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[Intro - Ace

See you have is that movement my nigga
Flo Rida
Ace homie

- Flo Rida]
You know my, face while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace because the ghetto got
My face good, my face good in the
My good

You my, face good while they ask me on deck
Flo and Ace because the ghetto got next
My face good, my face in the hood
My face

From the streets, to the block, to the trap, to the
I got a problem let me get you understood
My face good, my good in the hood
My good
Hey

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her a bottle give me Hennessy to drink
The only drink allowed to put me in my sleep
up in the morning on the corner ain't no school for me
Nigga bought them peaches be preaching
Serving work and trees, had a card, hella stacks
And seventeen, my face is good in the hood
I was beans
A nigga they salute you when you getting green
The youngest niggas on the block .17s
The AR is tucked in of my denim jeans
So show your past or get stretched like a flat
I'm and born to ride, I am the streets

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in butter pecan Beamer creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers a nigga would
But I got a pass of me and face good
In the of my city, block in my damn hood
niggas take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida remain
Better state your presence when you stepping through a hood
Or you get up with them choppers, leave you dead holmes
Because even in the of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake do your head gone
I'm from the city niggas die to pay a cell
It ain't right, life, get your bang on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key nigga by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas rocking them Dickies and a
Got a of red band, forced to keep me on the porch
Well look, I don't give a fuck because these show no remorse
to serve a nigga murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the from
Then I serve and feed
Trying to put my finger prints all on a gun
A nigga never born to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the streets ki's
And since a nigga stayed in the mix
snitching on a bitch
So the FEDS shit
Payed my dues to the real, I was good the bricks