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[Intro - Ace

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

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

You my, face good while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace the ghetto got next
My face good, my face 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 birthed a G
I tell her fuck a bottle give me Hennessy to
The drink allowed to put me in my deeper sleep
Wake up in the morning on the corner ain't no for me
Nigga them peaches that be preaching
Serving and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks
And seventeen, my face is good in the hood
I was serving
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 stretched like a flat
I'm certified and born to ride, I am the

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that butter pecan creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers knew a would
But I got a pass courtesy of me and good
In the streets of my city, block in my damn
niggas take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida remain
Better state presence when you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get caught up with choppers, leave you dead 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 niggas die to pay a phone
It right, that's life, get your bang on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key posted by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas rocking Dickies and a torch
Got a house of red band, 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 heard of the
They ask me where I got the weed
Then I serve and feed
Trying to put my prints all on a clean gun
A real never born to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the made ki's
And legit a nigga stayed in the mix
Never on a bitch
So the FEDS know
Payed my to the real, I was good with the bricks