Touch The Sky (feat. Lupe Fiasco)

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly

For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly

For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink polo's 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 Lox (locks)

Now let's go

Take 'em back to the plan

Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haul van

Any pessimists I ain't talked to them

Plus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment

Let's take 'em back to the club

Least about an hour I would stand on line

I just wanted to dance

I went to Jacob an 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 looking extra fly

For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly

For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la

(Top of the world, baby, t-top of the world)

Now let's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh la la la la la la la

(Top of the world, baby, t-top of the world)

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 beats

Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC

Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns

Like: Damn, 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

I couldn't keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long

I'm trying to write my wrongs

But it's funny these same wrongs helped me write this song

Now

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly

For the day you die, you gonna touch the sky

(You gonna touch the sky babygirl!) Testify, come up in the spot

Looking extra fly

For the day you die, you gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?

Lupe still like Lupin the Third

Hear life here till I'm beer on the curb

Peach fuzz buzz but bit on the verge

Hold it down like we're on the serve

Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth's

But, before you say another word

I'm back on the block like a man on the street

I'm trying to stop lying like a Mum-Ra

But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat

Engarde, Touch Lupe cool as the Unthar

But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge

I come as correct as a porn star

In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car

So, I represent the first

Now, let me hear my verse right where the horns are like

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly

For the day you die, you gonna touch the sky

(You gonna touch the sky babygirl!) Testify, come up in the spot

Looking extra fly

For the day you die, you gonna 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)

(Feels good to be home, baby! Feels good to be home!)