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[Intro - Ace

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her fuck a bottle give me Hennessy to
The only drink to put me in my deeper sleep
Wake up in the morning on the corner no school for me
Nigga bought them peaches that be
Serving and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks
And only seventeen, my face is in the hood
I was beans
A real 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 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 pass courtesy of me and face
In the of my city, block in my damn hood
Where niggas take your life for free a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida hood
state your presence when you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get caught up them choppers, leave you dead holmes
Because even in the of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, face do your head gone
I'm from the city niggas die to pay a phone
It ain't right, life, get your bang on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key posted by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas rocking them and a torch
Got a house of red band, to keep me on the porch
Well look, I don't a fuck because these crackers show no remorse
Trying to serve a nigga murder but heard of the source
ask me where I got the weed from
Then I serve and feed
to put my finger prints all on a clean gun
A real nigga never to be a snitch
Never I'd be rich
But the streets ki's
And since legit a stayed in the mix
snitching on a bitch
So the know shit
my dues to the real, I was good with the bricks