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

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

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 good
Hey

[Verse 1 - Ace

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 them peaches that be preaching
Serving and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks
And only seventeen, my face is good in the
I was serving
A real nigga they salute you you getting green
The youngest on the block toting .17s
The AR is tucked in of my denim jeans
So show past or get stretched like a flat screen
I'm certified and to ride, I am the streets

[Verse 2 - Ace

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

3 - Ace Hood]

And I was the low key nigga posted by the front
Young dreadlock 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 these crackers show no remorse
Trying to serve a murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the from
Then I serve and some
Trying to put my finger prints all on a gun
A real nigga never to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the streets made
And since legit a stayed in the mix
Never snitching on a
So the know shit
Payed my dues to the real, I was good the bricks