Touch the Sky

[Chorus] I'mma testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly Till the day you die, we gonna touch the sky We gonna touch the sky Let me testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly Till the day I die I'm gonna touch the sky [Verse 1] Now let me take you back to 2003 I just graduated tryna figure now where I should be Now let's be honest, your collage really wasn't for me And there wasn't no entry schools that gave out collage degrees Now hold up, hold up Contrary to what they believe I found four selling on back of the magazine And that was after my guidance counselor threw his hands up For that I say fuck you, let me pull my pants up Mama looking at me cry bout to leave a baby Let me in Florida like 'Boy don't worry you gonna make it!' And at least you made it this far, long way from Dayton Told me hit the crowd and don't trip over your Days that I didn't eat, days that I didn't sleep Class though that seven, I'm still five trynna make that beat You falling the pressure if you let it and he make you weak And what don't kill you make you stronger, shit as you can see [Chorus] [Bridge] And now let's take it high Now let's take it high [Verse 2] My lil' cousin died so I said fuck school I went back home like what the fuck I'm gonna do Stressing but in every tragedy comes a blessing Not in anger I done turn my passion into an obsession Wasn't drinking, wasn't smoking, wasn't killing, wasn't fucking Nigga I won't do nothing going crazy, I'm like fuck it I don't know the last time somebody saw me out in public Mama said 'Don't give up, just believe your time it's coming!' Girls keep coming and go, I'm impossible to deal with Telling me they hurt, they bout to leave and I don't feel shit Lost so many girl that really love me on some real shit Niggas came through some nights like you ain't gotta deal shit Fighting a frustration, back and forth from Flint to Florida Was [???] every week was at a bus station I guess it paid off, what more can I say? Cause all that hard work got me sitting next to Dre [Chorus] [Verse 3: Justin Daye] I'm the five foot seven The way I'm rhyming remind em of 9/11 If the sky's the limit I ain't fucking with you niggas I'm still plotting the scheming to get to heaven I'm still dreaming of being on David Letterman Crossing over to popular culture, like I'm supposed to The living I envision in my head is what's pulling a part of me closer I'm hardly a bolster, it's no homicides in Burbank You dwelling on negativity when my niggas ain't My niggas ain't got time to waste, I'm placed with kings The crown sitting on the side of my face This is for niggas who die for it while I'm alive for it The opportunity though is mind blowing This girl from school told me I wasn't gon' win I really wonder how a 9 to 5 going [Chorus] [Bridge]