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[Intro - Ace

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

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

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

From the streets, to the block, to the trap, to the
I got a problem let me get you understood
My face good, my face in the hood
My face
Hey

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her fuck a bottle me Hennessy to drink
The only drink allowed to put me in my sleep
Wake up in the on the corner ain't no school for me
Nigga bought peaches that be preaching
Serving work and trees, had a Visa card, stacks
And only seventeen, my is good in the hood
I was beans
A real nigga they salute you you getting green
The youngest on the block toting .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my denim
So your past 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 Beamer creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, knew a nigga would
But I got a pass of me and face good
In the streets of my city, block in my damn
Where niggas take your life for free like a canned
I'm certified, me and Flo remain hood
Better state your presence when you stepping through a hood
Or you get caught up with them choppers, you dead holmes
Because even in the of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake do your head gone
I'm from the city niggas die to pay a phone
It ain't right, that's life, get your on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key posted by the front door
Young dreadlock rocking them 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 these crackers show no
to serve a nigga murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the from
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 legit a nigga stayed in the mix
Never snitching on a
So the FEDS know
Payed my dues to the real, I was good the bricks