[Intro: 8Ball]
Yeah, yeah
Space Age forever
N***as and hoes better recognize
Eightball & MJG
Been ten toes down in this game
Since we were two young playas in a one horse town
Knee high to a muthafuckin grasshopper
N***a, my lights would have been done got cut off
If my dues weren't paid

[Chorus: Cee-Lo Green]
It's ah, skinny lines between wrong and right
Trapped in a trap til the mornin light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made
N***as dead, n***as gone, I still ain't afraid
Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid

[Verse 1: MJG]
In the middle of doin crime (Ugh)
It never stopped me from writin rhymes
It never stopped me from playin music
God put it in me, I had to use it
It was obvious, I had to give up the streets for the beats
Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long that it would be
Before I made it
Before somebody picked up my tape and played it
With a remark like
"Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential."
In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail release dates
I can remember in the past closin down at fast foods
Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude
Who can make it in this rap?
I thought that they ain't gon' see me in Memphis
It was like a time they looked over Tennesseee
And didn't know Hip-Hop was in us
To all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on your toes
Cause back in the days
I use to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows
And look, I was 17, when I signed my first contract
And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract
We hurt from that
And til this day, they still distributin our first tape
Before Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it?
Be humble and patient with whatever you should choose
Cause, to get to where I am right now, I done paid my dues
[Chorus: Cee-Lo Green]
It's ah, skinny lines between wrong and right
Trapped in a trap til the mornin light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made
N***as dead, n***as gone, I still ain't afraid
Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid

[Verse 2: 8Ball]
A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds preposterous
N***a, we didn't have a pot to piss
So we got on stage and we rocked the bitch
Fuck the cheese, I love to see my n***as in the front row
Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a n***a stop the show
N***as all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin with hoes
Box chevy with the spokes and vogues
N***as didn't know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo
Hard head, young n***a don't believe that shit, til I see that shit
See them heavyweight n***as, one day, I'm gonna be that shit
Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang
Pimp some hoes, and snorted a little coke but uhh
I'm space age-ing.and we'll forever be
Eightball, the fat mack, and M-J fuckin G
Turn the page, from then to now, and we still grindin
Small clubs and small towns, if they bouncin we find them
Put them on the guest list
Make them pump their fist and get buck to this
Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta bitches
Get fucked to this
Expand, give all my true fans what they demand
Do my part again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
Keep space agin, and we'll forever be...
Eightball, the fat mack, and M-J fuckin G
[Chorus: Cee-Lo Green]
It's ah, skinny lines between wrong and right
Trapped in a trap til the mornin light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made
N***as dead, n***as gone, I still ain't afraid
Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid