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[Intro - Ace

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

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

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 face in the hood
My face
Hey

[Verse 1 - Ace

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 on the corner ain't no school for me
bought them peaches that be preaching
Serving work and trees, had a Visa card, stacks
And only seventeen, my face is in the hood
I was beans
A nigga they salute you when you getting green
The youngest on the block toting .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my jeans
So show your or get stretched like a flat screen
I'm certified and born to ride, I am the

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that pecan Beamer creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers a nigga would
But I got a courtesy of me and face good
In the streets of my city, block in my hood
Where niggas take your life for free like a canned
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida hood
Better state your when you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get caught up with them choppers, leave you holmes
even in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake face do your gone
I'm from the city die to pay a cell phone
It right, that's life, get your bang on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key nigga by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas rocking them and a torch
Got a house of red band, forced to me on the porch
Well look, I don't give a fuck because these show no remorse
Trying to serve a nigga murder but never 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 made
And since legit a stayed in the mix
snitching on a bitch
So the FEDS know
Payed my to the real, I was good with the bricks