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[Intro - Ace

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

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma a fucking G
I tell her fuck a give me Hennessy to drink
The only drink to put me in my deeper sleep
Wake up in the on the corner ain't no school for me
Nigga bought peaches that be preaching
Serving work and trees, had a card, hella stacks
And only seventeen, my is good in the hood
I was beans
A real nigga salute you when you getting green
The youngest niggas on the block .17s
The AR is in side of my denim 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, knew a nigga would
But I got a pass courtesy of me and good
In the of my city, block in my damn hood
Where niggas take 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
Because even in the of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, face do your head gone
I'm the city niggas die to pay a cell phone
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 niggas rocking them Dickies and a torch
Got a of red band, forced to keep me on the porch
Well look, I give a fuck because these crackers show no remorse
Trying to serve a nigga but never heard of the source
They ask me I got the weed from
I serve and feed some
Trying to put my finger all on a clean gun
A nigga never born to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the streets ki's
And since legit a stayed in the mix
Never on a bitch
So the FEDS shit
Payed my dues to the real, I was good with the