I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For 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 Lox, 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, man
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 looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Now let's take 'em high, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Now let's take 'em high, 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 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 aeroplane
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 them 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
Slow it down like we were on the serve
Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth
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
When I'm not lying, when I'm layin' on the beat
Engarde, touché, Lupe, cool as the Unthar
But I still feel as possessed as a gun shot
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
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
Feels good to be home, baby, feels good to be home

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