Ace Hood - Face Good lyrics

Chea Gutta See whatchu have is that movement my n***a 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 cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy. [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Chea, 1988 momma birthed a f**in G, I tell her f** a bottle gimme Hennesey to drink, the only drink allowed to put me in my deeper sleep, wake up in the morning on the corner no school fa me, n***a bought them peaches that be preachin servin work and trees, had a Visa Card hella stacks and only 17, my face is good in the hood I was servin beans, a real n***a they salute you when you getting green, the youngest n***as on the block totin 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". [Chorus: Flo Rida] You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy. [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Chea, I'm in that bu*ta pecan bimmer creepin thru the hood, gotta keep it gutta maf**as knew a n***a would, but I gotta pa** courtesy of me and face good, in the streets of my city block in my damn hood, where n***as take your life for free like a canned good, I'm certified me and Flo Rida remain hood, betta state yo presence when you step in thru a man's hood, or you get caught up with them choppas leave you dead holmes, cause even in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone, red zone fake face do yo head gone, I'm from the city n***as die to pay a cell phone, it ain't right this life getcho bang on. [Chorus: Flo Rida] You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy. [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Chea, and I was the low key n***a posted by the front do, young dreadlock n***as rockin them Dickies and a torch, got a house a red band gotta keep me on the porch, look I don't give a f** cause these crackas show no remorse, tryin serve a n***a murder but neva heard of the source, they ask me where I got the weed from then I serve em feed some, tryin put my finga prints all on a clean gun, a real n***a neva born to be a snitch, neva knew I'd be rich but the streets made ki's, and since a (incomprehensible) a n***a stayed in the mix, neva snitchin on a b**h, and the Feds know sh**, payed my dues to the real on the bricks. [Chorus: Flo Rida] You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.