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[Intro - Ace

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

[Chorus - Flo
You know my, face good while ask me on deck
Flo and Ace because 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 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 good
Hey

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 birthed a fucking G
I tell her fuck a bottle give me Hennessy to
The only drink allowed to put me in my sleep
Wake up in the on the corner ain't no school for me
bought them 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 youngest niggas on the block .17s
The AR is tucked in of my denim jeans
So show your past or get like a flat screen
I'm and born to ride, I am the streets

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that pecan Beamer creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers knew a 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 for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo remain hood
state your presence when you stepping through a man's hood
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 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 door
Young dreadlock niggas rocking Dickies and a torch
Got a of red band, forced to keep me on the porch
Well look, I don't give a fuck because crackers show no remorse
Trying to serve a nigga murder but never of the source
They ask me where I got the weed
Then I serve and some
to put my finger prints all on a clean gun
A nigga never born to be a snitch
Never I'd be rich
But the made ki's
And since a nigga stayed in the mix
Never on a bitch
So the FEDS shit
Payed my to the real, I was good with the bricks