[Intro - Ace Hood] Chea Gutta See what you have is that movement my nigga It's Flo Rida Ace Hood homie
[Chorus - Flo Rida] You know my, face good while they ask me on deck Flo Rida and Ace because the ghetto got next My face good, my face good in the hood My face good Yeah You know my, face good while they ask me on deck Flo Rida and Ace because the ghetto got next My face good, my face good in the hood My face good Yeah From the streets, to the block, to the trap, to the hood I never got a problem let me get you understood My face good, my face good in the hood My face good Hey
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Chea 1988 momma birthed a fucking G I tell her fuck a bottle give me Hennessy to drink The only drink allowed to put me in my deeper sleep Wake up in the morning on the corner ain't no school for me Nigga bought them peaches that be preaching Serving work and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks And only seventeen, my face is good in the hood I was serving beans A real nigga they salute you when you getting green The youngest niggas on the block toting .17s The AR is tucked in side of my denim jeans So show your past or get stretched like a flat screen I'm certified and born to ride, I am the streets
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[Verse 2 - Ace Hood] Chea I'm in that butter pecan Beamer creeping through the hood Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers knew a nigga would But I got a pass courtesy of me and face good In the streets of my city, block in my damn hood Where niggas take your life for free like a canned good I'm certified, me and Flo Rida remain hood Better state your presence when you stepping through a man's hood Or you get caught up with them choppers, leave you dead holmes Because even in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone Red zone, fake face do your head gone I'm from the city niggas die to pay a cell phone It ain't right, that's life, get your bang on
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[Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Chea And I was the low key nigga posted by the front door Young dreadlock niggas rocking them Dickies and a torch Got a house of red band, forced to keep me on the porch Well look, I don't give a fuck because these crackers show no remorse Trying to serve a nigga murder but never heard of the source They ask me where I got the weed from Then I serve and feed some Trying to put my finger prints all on a clean gun A real nigga never born to be a snitch Never knew I'd be rich But the streets made ki's And since legit a nigga stayed in the mix Never snitching on a bitch So the FEDS know shit Payed my dues to the real, I was good with the bricks
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