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[Intro - Ace

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

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her fuck a bottle give me Hennessy to
The only drink allowed to put me in my sleep
up in the morning on the corner ain't no school for me
Nigga them peaches that be preaching
Serving work and trees, had a Visa card, hella
And seventeen, my face is good in the hood
I was beans
A real nigga they salute you when you getting
The youngest niggas on the block .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, 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 your presence when you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get caught up with them choppers, leave you dead
Because even in the of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake do your head 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 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 give a fuck because these crackers show no remorse
Trying to serve a nigga murder but never heard of the
They ask me where I got the from
Then I serve and some
Trying to put my finger prints all on a gun
A real nigga never born to be a
knew I'd be rich
But the streets made
And since a nigga stayed in the mix
snitching on a bitch
So the FEDS shit
Payed my dues to the real, I was with the bricks