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[Intro - Ace

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

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

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

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her a bottle give me Hennessy to drink
The only drink to put me in my deeper sleep
up in the morning on the corner ain't no school for me
Nigga bought them peaches that be
Serving work and trees, had a Visa card, stacks
And only seventeen, my face is in the hood
I was serving
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 past or get like a flat screen
I'm and born to ride, I am the streets

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that butter pecan creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers knew a nigga
But I got a courtesy of me and face 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 your when you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get up with them choppers, leave you dead holmes
Because in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake face do your head
I'm from the city 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 posted by the front
Young dreadlock rocking them Dickies and a torch
Got a of red band, forced to keep me on the porch
Well look, I don't give a because these crackers show no remorse
Trying to a nigga murder but never heard of the source
ask me where I got the weed from
Then I serve and some
Trying to put my finger prints all on a gun
A real nigga never to be a snitch
Never I'd be rich
But the streets ki's
And legit a nigga stayed in the mix
Never snitching on a
So the FEDS shit
Payed my dues to the real, I was good the bricks