Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Spoke to My Momma’ by Ace Hood. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ace Hood or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Mama can finally smile
Pray for a better life
Just to see me through them tougher nights
Spoke to my mama just the other day
I told her only God can make a way
I’m hearin’ tears they runnin’ down her face
She fed up with the struggle each and every day
My step pops he be in the way, too many bills my mama gotta pay
But know I got us no doubt about it on granny’s grave
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And now they sweat me line Under Armours and Gatorade
I pray that one day you see me speak at the VMA’s
And me and Khaled we back to back in the latest things
Throw up the W, We The Best is the fuckin’ gang
Hard work pays off, go and get it, no days off
I know they all remember me you recognize the name
I was that nigga being humble counted out the game
Now I’m that nigga still humble carryin’ the flame
And everybody said I wouldn’t take a walk a shame
Though about you haters when I copped my pinky ring
Livin’ reality it used to be a great dream
Hustle hard, erryday, getting money, five ways
Say old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, I’m out here gettin’ paid
[Repeat: x2]
I’m out here gettin’ paid
Mama can finally smile, take a look at me now
Young nigga, two seater, tatted up cruisin’ in a wife beater
Bad bitch, top down, twenty-fours see us skatin’ on the whip now
I’m just living life hope you do the same
Keep a buncha real niggas so I never change
Look at me now, look at em then,
Went from the Taurus, I’m thinkin’ Benz
I’m taking ends, now I’m thinking big
I got wit Khaled all the nigga do is win
See we the best, nothin’ less
It’s war time hope you niggas brought a vest
Got plenty women, from that Penicillin
F*ck ’em on that Gucci linen she comin’ in minutes
No love intended I’m just tryna wet the willie
They freed my nigga Jockey posed to have did a life sentence
I’m from the bottom, came from the mud
Was given nothing, no love, now I’m beat mode, no hugs
Back again, sure ’nuff
I’m the definition of blowin’ up
Look in my niggas eyes better know it’s on us
You better know it’s on us
[Repeat: x2]
‘Cause I got it sewn up
Mama can finally smile
Take a look at me now