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[Intro - Ace

See what you have is that my nigga
It's Flo
Ace homie

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her fuck a bottle give me Hennessy to
The drink allowed to put me in my deeper sleep
up in the morning on the corner ain't no school for me
Nigga bought peaches that be preaching
Serving work and trees, had a Visa card, hella
And seventeen, my face is good in the hood
I was serving
A real nigga they 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 stretched like a screen
I'm certified and born to ride, I am the

[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 pass of me and face good
In the streets of my city, in my damn 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 them choppers, leave you dead holmes
Because 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 your 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 keep me on the
Well look, I don't give a fuck because crackers show no remorse
Trying to a nigga murder but never 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 nigga never born to be a
Never I'd be rich
But the made ki's
And since a nigga stayed in the mix
Never on a bitch
So the know shit
Payed my dues to the real, I was good with the