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[Intro - Ace

See what you have is movement my nigga
Flo Rida
Ace homie

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

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

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

1 - Ace Hood]

1988 momma a fucking G
I her fuck a bottle give me Hennessy to drink
The only drink allowed to put me in my sleep
Wake up in the morning on the ain't no school for me
Nigga bought peaches that be preaching
Serving work and trees, had a card, hella stacks
And seventeen, my face is good in the hood
I was beans
A nigga they salute you when you getting green
The niggas on the block toting .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my denim
So your past or get stretched like a flat screen
I'm certified and born to ride, I am the

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that butter pecan Beamer creeping through the
Got to keep it gutter, knew a nigga would
But I got a pass courtesy of me and face
In the streets of my city, in my damn hood
Where niggas take your life for like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida hood
Better state your presence when you stepping a man's hood
Or you get caught up with them choppers, you dead holmes
Because even in the middle of the hood you got a 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 your on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key nigga by the front door
Young dreadlock rocking them Dickies and a torch
Got a house of red band, 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 from
I serve and feed some
Trying to put my finger prints all on a gun
A nigga never born to be a snitch
Never I'd be rich
But the made ki's
And since legit a stayed in the mix
snitching on a bitch
So the FEDS know
my dues to the real, I was good with the bricks