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[Intro - Ace

See what you have is movement my nigga
It's Flo
Ace Hood

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

You know my, face good while they ask me on
Flo Rida and Ace because the got next
My face good, my good in the hood
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 allowed to put me in my sleep
Wake up in the morning on the corner no school for me
Nigga bought them peaches be preaching
Serving work and trees, had a card, hella stacks
And seventeen, my face is good in the hood
I was serving
A real they salute you when you getting green
The youngest niggas on the toting .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my denim
So show your past or get stretched a flat screen
I'm and born to ride, I am the streets

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that butter pecan Beamer creeping through the
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers knew a nigga
But I got a pass of me and face good
In the of my city, block in my damn hood
Where take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida remain
Better state your presence when you through a man's hood
Or you get up with them choppers, leave you dead holmes
Because even in the middle of the hood you got a dead
Red zone, fake face do your head
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 nigga 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 give a fuck because these crackers show no
Trying to a nigga murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the weed
Then I serve and some
Trying to put my prints all on a clean gun
A real nigga never born to be a
Never knew I'd be
But the streets made
And since a nigga stayed in the mix
Never on a bitch
So the FEDS know
Payed my dues to the real, I was good the bricks