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[Intro - Ace

See what you is that movement my nigga
It's Flo
Ace homie

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

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

From the streets, to the block, to the trap, to the
I never got a let me get you understood
My face good, my good in the hood
My good
Hey

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 birthed a fucking G
I tell her fuck a bottle 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 serving
A real nigga they salute you when you green
The youngest niggas on the toting .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my jeans
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 Beamer creeping the hood
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers knew a nigga
But I got a pass courtesy of me and good
In the streets of my city, block in my damn
Where niggas your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida hood
Better state your presence when you stepping through a man's
Or you get up with them choppers, leave you dead holmes
Because even in the middle of the you got a dead zone
Red zone, face do your head gone
I'm from the city die to pay a cell phone
It ain't right, that's life, get your on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key nigga by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas them Dickies and a torch
Got a of red band, forced to keep me on the porch
Well look, I don't a fuck because these crackers show no remorse
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 all on a clean gun
A real nigga never born to be a
knew I'd be rich
But the made ki's
And since a nigga stayed in the mix
Never snitching on a
So the FEDS shit
Payed my dues to the real, I was good with the