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[Intro - Ace

See what you is that movement 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 in the hood
My face

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

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her fuck a give me Hennessy to drink
The only allowed 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 face is good in the
I was beans
A nigga they salute you when you getting green
The youngest niggas on the block .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my denim
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 Beamer 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 niggas take your life for free like a good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida remain
Better state your presence when you stepping through a man's
Or you get caught up them choppers, leave you dead holmes
even in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake face do head gone
I'm from the 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 posted by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas them Dickies and a torch
Got a house of red band, forced to keep me on the
Well look, I don't give a because these crackers show no remorse
Trying to serve a nigga murder but 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 real never born to be a snitch
knew I'd be rich
But the streets ki's
And legit a nigga stayed in the mix
Never snitching on a
So the FEDS know
Payed my dues to the real, I was with the bricks