The Good Son Pt. I Lyrics - J. Cole

Allow me to set the scene first 

This little n-gga no older than 17 in a Martin Luther King shirt 

Walking down the mean merc where the fiends lurk 

And the same dirt'll find a n-gga 

Even if you tryna get that clean work 

He caught eyes with a bad bitch in a jean skirt 

She gave him a mean smurk, he smiled back 

He remember this man that hit that shit a while back 

He met her, f-cked her, never dialled back 

How n-ggas do? he kept it moving, couldn't wait to get home 

Report card for his mother couldn't wait to get shown 

Straight A's as usual, his momma would smile 

Youngest child, college bound 

Knew his momma was proud 

Cause he was headed out the hood 

He promised himself one day he'd get her out for good 

That made him smile 

The favourite child, but damn, fate is foul 

Drive by, stray bullets that laid him out 

On the pavement fading out 

Now he bleeding thinking, God, man, you couldn't wait a while 

My momma struggling who gon save her now, huh? 

Now he fading out thinking God, you couldn't wait a while? 

My momma need me, who gon save her now, n-gga? uh 

Yeah, he's fading out, her favourie child 

He's fading out 

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