I gotta testify, come up in the spot, look an extra fly For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify, come up in the spot, look an extra fly For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Back when they thought pink polos are hurt to rock Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors closed I felt like bad boy 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 favorite line dog in due time Now he look at me like damn dog, you what 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, look an extra fly For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify, come up in the spot, look an extra fly For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Now let's take em high Now let's take em high La la la la la la la Top of the world baby, top top of the world Back in Gucci with the shit to rock Back with slick brick, got the shit to pop I 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 a 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, she cheated on Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a knee alone I'm trying to right my wrongs But it's funny them saying wrongs Help me write this song now I gotta testify, come up in the spot, look an extra fly For the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky, baby girl Testify, come up in the spot, look an extra fly For the day you die, you gon' touch the sky Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third Lupe still like looping the third Here like here till I'm bitter on the curb Peach fuzz buzz but bitter on the verge Let's slow it down like we're on the serve 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 trying to stop lying like I'm Umbra But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat A touché Lupe, cool as the unthawed But I still feel possessed as a gun charged To come as correct as a porn star In a fresh pair of steps and my best phone call 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, look an extra fly For the day you die, you gon' touch the sky You gon' touch the sky, baby girl Testify, come up in the spot, look an extra fly For the day you die, you gon' touch the sky Sky high, I'm, I'm sky high Feels good to be home, baby Feels good to be home