Touch The Sky (Explicit)

I gotta testify come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die I'ma touch the sky
Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc
Before Cam got the shit to pop the doors was closed
I felt like Bad Boy's street team I couldn't work the locks
Now let's go take 'em back to the plan
Me and my mama hopped in that U-Haul van
Any pessimists I ain't talk to them
Plus I ain't have no phone in my apartment
Let's take 'em back to the club
'Least about a hour I stand on line I just wanted to dance
I went to Jacob a hour after I got my advance
I just wanted to shine
Jay's favorite line "Dog in due time"
Now he look at me like "Damn dog you where I am"
A hip-hop legend I think I died in an accident
'Cause this must be Heaven
I gotta testify come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die I'ma touch the sky
Now let's take them hi-i-i-i-i-igh
La la la la la la la
Now let's take 'em hi-i-i-i-i-igh
La la la la la la la
Back when Gucci was the shit to rock
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop
I'd do anything to say "I got it"
Damn them new loafers hurt my pocket
Before anybody wanted K. West's beats
Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC
Dog I was having nervous breakdowns
Like "Man these niggas that much better than me?"
Baby I'm going on an airplane and I don't know if I'll be back again
Sure enough I sent the plane tickets
But when she came to kick it things became different
Any girl I cheated on sheets I skeeted on
Couldn't keep it at home thought I needed a Nia Long
I'm tryin' to right my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song now
I gotta testify come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die you gon' touch the sky
You gon' touch the sky baby girl
Testify come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die you gon' touch the sky
Yes yes yes guess who's on third?
Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd
Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge
Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup
Bottle shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth
But before you say another word
I'm back on the block like I'm laying on the street
I'm tryna stop lyin' like I'm Mumm-Ra
But I'm not lyin' when I'm laying on the beat en garde
Or touché Lupe cool as the unthawed
But I still feel possessed as a gun charge
Come as correct as a porn star
In a fresh pair of steps in my best foreign car
So I represent the first
Now let me end my verse right where the horns are like uh
I gotta testify come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die you gon' touch the sky
You gon' touch the sky baby girl
Testify come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die you gon' touch the sky
We back at home baby
Sky high I'm I'm sky high
I'm I'm sky high I'm I'm sky high
I'm I'm sky high I'm I'm sky high
Sky sky high I'm I'm sky high
Yeah keep it rollin' yeah
Uh feels good to be home baby
Feels good to be home