(Eightball)
Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes recognize & MJG...been ten toes down in this game since we were two young in a one horse town then hopped to a grasshopper Nigga, my life have been done got cut off... If my weren't paid.
(Cee-Lo)
It's ah, skinnin lines wrong and right Trapped in a trap til the light Ghetto ain't me no choices, I had to fight My momma and was too young to raise me right. I been made a man from all the mistakes I made Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still afraid. too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played My life would have been done got cut off if the dues paid.
MJG
In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me writin rhymes It never stopped me playin music, God, but it didn't I had to use it It was obvious, I had to give up the streets - for the Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long it would be Before I made it, before somebody up my tape and played it With a remark like, "Hey, played instrumental, you cat's got potential." In the process of doing shows, parties, and mix tapes We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail dates I can in the past closin down at fast foods Strictly to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude Who can make it in this rap, I thought they ain't go see me in Memphis It was like a time they over Tennesseee, and didn't Hip-Hop was in us. To all my in the game, I got love, stay on your toes back in the days, I use to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows And look, I was 17 - I signed my first contract And about 18 1/2 when I my worst contract, we hurt from that And til this day, they still distributin - our tape Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it? Be humble and with whatever you should choose Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't my dues.
A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds Nigga, we didn't a pot to piss So we got on and we rocked the bitch. the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga stop the Niggas all in the lot, bustin shots, fuckin with hoes Box chevy the spokes and vogues, niggas know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo Hard head, young nigga believe that shit, til I see that shit See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be shit Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a some hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh.. I'm space agein..and forever be Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G Turn the page, from then to now, and we grindin Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin, and we find Put them on the guest list, make them pump their and get buck to this Make one of them weed smokin, bitches get fucked to this Expand, all my true fans what they demand Do my part and uhh...come out hard again and uhh.. Keep space agein, and forever be... Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.