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[Intro - Ace

See what you have is that my nigga
Flo Rida
Ace Hood

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

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

From the streets, to the block, to the trap, to the
I never got a problem let me get you
My face good, my good in the hood
My face
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
Wake up in the morning on the corner ain't no 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 serving
A real nigga they you when you getting green
The youngest niggas on the block .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my denim
So show your past or get stretched like a flat
I'm certified and born to ride, I am the

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that butter pecan creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers knew a nigga
But I got a pass courtesy of me and face
In the of my city, block in my damn hood
Where take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo remain hood
Better state your when you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get caught up with them choppers, you dead holmes
even in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake face do your head
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 door
Young niggas rocking them Dickies and a torch
Got a house of red band, forced to me on the porch
Well look, I don't give a fuck because these crackers show no
Trying to serve a murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the weed
Then I and feed some
Trying to put my finger prints all on a gun
A nigga never born to be a snitch
knew I'd be rich
But the streets ki's
And legit a nigga stayed in the mix
snitching on a bitch
So the FEDS shit
Payed my to the real, I was good with the bricks