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[Intro - Ace

See what you have is that my nigga
Flo Rida
Ace homie

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

You know my, face good they 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 let me get you understood
My face good, my good in the hood
My good
Hey

1 - Ace Hood]

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her fuck a give me Hennessy to drink
The drink allowed 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 work and trees, had a Visa card, hella
And only seventeen, my face is 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 of my denim jeans
So show your past or get like a flat screen
I'm certified and born to ride, I am the

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in butter pecan 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 hood
Where take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo remain hood
Better state your presence when you stepping through a man's
Or you get caught up with them choppers, leave you holmes
even 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
dreadlock niggas 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 fuck because these crackers no remorse
to serve a nigga murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the from
Then I serve and feed
Trying to put my finger all on a clean gun
A real nigga never to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the made ki's
And since legit a stayed in the mix
snitching on a bitch
So the FEDS shit
my dues to the real, I was good with the bricks