Lyrics:

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'm a touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'm a 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 mama hopped in the 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 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
'Fore the day I die, I'm a touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'm a 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 would 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
'Fore the day you die, You gonna touch the sky
You gonna touch the sky baby girl!
Testify, come up in the spot
Looking extra fly
'Fore the day you die, You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?
Lupe steal like Lupin the Third.
Here like ear till 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's.
But, before you say another word,
I'm back on the block like a man on the street.
I'm trying to stop Lion like I'm Mumm-Ra,
But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat.
Engarde, Touche Lupe cool as the unthawed,
But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge.
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 end my verse right where the horns are like

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
'Fore the day you die, You gonna touch the sky
You gonna touch the sky baby girl!
Testify, come up in the spot
Looking extra fly
'Fore 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!