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[Intro - Ace

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

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

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

1 - Ace Hood]

1988 birthed a fucking G
I tell her fuck a bottle give me to drink
The only drink to put me in my deeper sleep
Wake up in the morning on the corner no school for me
Nigga bought them that be preaching
Serving and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks
And seventeen, my face is good in the hood
I was beans
A real nigga they salute you when you green
The youngest on the block toting .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 Beamer creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, knew a nigga would
But I got a courtesy of me and face good
In the streets of my city, block in my damn
Where take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida remain
Better state your presence when you through a man's hood
Or you get caught up them choppers, leave you dead holmes
Because even in the middle of the you got a dead 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 your on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key posted by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas them Dickies and a torch
Got a house of red band, to keep me on the porch
Well look, I give a fuck because these crackers show no remorse
to serve a nigga murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the weed
Then I serve and feed
Trying to put my prints all on a clean gun
A real nigga born to be a snitch
knew I'd be rich
But the made ki's
And since legit a nigga in the mix
Never snitching on a
So the FEDS shit
Payed my to the real, I was good with the bricks