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[Intro - Ace

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

[Chorus - Flo
You my, face good while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace because the got next
My face good, my face good in the
My face

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

1 - Ace Hood]

1988 birthed a fucking G
I tell her fuck a bottle me Hennessy to drink
The only drink to put me in my deeper sleep
Wake up in the morning on the corner ain't no for me
Nigga bought them peaches that be
Serving and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks
And only seventeen, my is good in the hood
I was serving
A real nigga they salute you when you getting
The niggas on the block toting .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my jeans
So your past or get stretched like a flat screen
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 knew a would
But I got a pass courtesy of me and face
In the streets of my city, block in my hood
Where niggas take your for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida remain
Better state your when you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get up with them choppers, leave you dead holmes
Because even in the middle of the hood you got a zone
Red zone, fake face do head gone
I'm from the city niggas die to pay a cell
It ain't right, that's life, get bang on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key nigga posted by the front
Young dreadlock niggas rocking Dickies and a torch
Got a house of red band, to keep me on the porch
Well look, I don't give a fuck because these show no remorse
Trying to serve a nigga murder but never of the source
They ask me where I got the weed
Then I serve and some
to put my finger prints all on a clean gun
A real nigga born to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the streets made
And legit a nigga stayed in the mix
Never snitching on a
So the FEDS know
Payed my dues to the real, I was good the bricks