Reminiscing
Ace Hood Lyrics


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Let's take these niggers back to â 98
Mama in the kitchen, cookin' up her favorite cake
Daddy gone, never home, he say he gotta stay
Five times I only seen that nigger to this day
And I was blind as a youngun but I learned better
Five kids, visitation, game, never
But ain't trippin', mama did your daddy work?
23 and got a crib that's seven figures worth
Even as a youngun I had bigger dreams
Maybe another way instead of triple beans
17 all about that green cream
Break that 9 to 5, I quitted in about a week
That's true story, it was overrated
They don't crack those middle fingers cuz they under payment
Back on the block, not a single dollar
I told her mom that hottest nigger had a brother
They laughed at me, they clown me
They hatin' shit, don't want that bitch around me
So I joined the label, dollars and deals
I stayed around the corner for my missal deal
Stacking that money, switching them wips
Motivated by the dope boy ain't gettin' chips
My vision changed, the struggle came
I see my mama cryin', I can feel her pain
The pills are so behind we can't afford a thing
We can't afford a thing
Couple months I met with DJ Katadim
Saw my killing, got a hundred thousand dollars pimp
Call my mother crying like we outta here
Hard times, kiss my ass
Flew the Louie, pressing thousands in the duffle bag
That was 074, back to 20 12
Paid a set, I get one hitin' thirty well
Not sugar coating shit, you niggas fairytale
They free my niggers locked behind them prison cells
I'm one of just a few who send my niggers mail
Hearing a lot of talk â bout what you niggas do
I'm everywhere, you never there, I'm like a prostitute
Brought my money, let that pistol brush your testicles
Speaking on my fam you get the medic room
A couple top tens, bitch I'm livin' good
Get house in Miami and that record do it
Make them bitches suck it till they catch the fluid
I just lost my daughter but I'm prayin' through it

Star faish, star faish
Livin' every day like I'm on vacaish
Underrated, they say I is
And Imma give â em heel over satan feels

Star faish, star faish
Like looking in the eyes of a poor baby
Poor baby, they scared not
Did it for you non-believers case you wonder why





Amen
Love

Overall Meaning

Ace Hood’s song “Reminiscing” paints a vivid picture of his life growing up and the struggles he faced along the way. The song starts by saying, “Let's take these niggers back to ’98” which immediately takes us back in time to Ace’s childhood. He paints a picture of his mother in the kitchen cooking her favorite cake, while his father was absent from home most of the time. Ace only saw his father five times in his life, which highlights the negative impact that his father’s absence had on his life. Despite this, Ace looks up to his mother who was able to provide a stable home for her children, and also managed to purchase a seven-figure home at the age of 23.


The lyrics continue to describe how Ace had dreams of something greater and worked hard to pursue them. He quit his 9-5 job after just a week because he knew he was capable of achieving more. Ace didn’t take the easy way out by selling drugs, but instead, joined the music industry and worked hard to make a name for himself. The struggles he faced along the way, such as watching his mother cry because they couldn’t afford things, motivated him to work harder.


Towards the end of the song, Ace talks about how his hard work paid off and he was able to provide for his family. However, even with all his success, he has recently experienced a heart-wrenching loss in the form of losing his daughter. Despite this, he is staying strong and continuing to work hard.


Line by Line Meaning

Let's take these niggers back to â 98
Let's go back to the past


Mama in the kitchen, cookin' up her favorite cake
Mom's making her best dessert


Daddy gone, never home, he say he gotta stay
Dad left and rarely came back


Five times I only seen that nigger to this day
Only saw dad five times


And I was blind as a youngun but I learned better
Was naive as a child and grew wiser


Five kids, visitation, game, never
Dad skipped visitation with his five kids


But ain't trippin', mama did your daddy work?
Not bothered, but did dad make things right?


23 and got a crib that's seven figures worth
Owned a million-dollar home at 23


Even as a youngun I had bigger dreams
Even as a child, he aimed high


Maybe another way instead of triple beans
Aiming for more than selling drugs


17 all about that green cream
Focused on money at 17


Break that 9 to 5, I quitted in about a week
Quit his job after only a week


That's true story, it was overrated
It's a true story and the job was overrated


They don't crack those middle fingers cuz they under payment
They don't flip the bird because the pay was low


Back on the block, not a single dollar
Back to the streets with no money


I told her mom that hottest nigger had a brother
Told his mom he had a talented brother


They laughed at me, they clown me
People laughed and made fun of him


They hatin' shit, don't want that bitch around me
They're hating and don't want the girl near him


So I joined the label, dollars and deals
Joined a record label for money and deals


I stayed around the corner for my missal deal
Stayed close for the record deal


Stacking that money, switching them wips
Making money and changing cars


Motivated by the dope boy ain't gettin' chips
Motivated by successful drug dealers


My vision changed, the struggle came
Changed his outlook, but still struggled


I see my mama cryin', I can feel her pain
Sees mom crying and feels her pain


The pills are so behind we can't afford a thing
Can't afford anything, even basic medication


Couple months I met with DJ Katadim
Met with DJ Katadim a few months later


Saw my killing, got a hundred thousand dollars pimp
DJ believed in him and gave him money


Call my mother crying like we outta here
Called mom crying, ready to leave


Hard times, kiss my ass
Overcame hard times


Flew the Louie, pressing thousands in the duffle bag
Flew to Louisianna with money in the bag


That was 074, back to 20 12
Went from 2007 to 2012


Paid a set, I get one hitin' thirty well
Making a lot of money from one song


Not sugar coating shit, you niggas fairytale
Not faking or sugar-coating the story


They free my niggers locked behind them prison cells
Wants his friends in jail to be freed


I'm one of just a few who send my niggers mail
One of few friends to send letters


Hearing a lot of talk â bout what you niggas do
Hearing gossip about others


I'm everywhere, you never there, I'm like a prostitute
Always present but others are not


Brought my money, let that pistol brush your testicles
Bringing money and a weapon for protection


Speaking on my fam you get the medic room
Don't speak poorly of my family or else


A couple top tens, bitch I'm livin' good
Two successful singles and living well


Get house in Miami and that record do it
Hoping to buy a house in Miami from his hit record


Make them bitches suck it till they catch the fluid
Getting sexual favors from women


I just lost my daughter but I'm prayin' through it
Recently lost his daughter but staying hopeful




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