J. Cole - The Good Son, Part 1 Lyrics
Allow me to set the scene firstThis little nigga no older than 17 in a Martin Luther King shirtWalking down the mean merc where the fiends lurkAnd the same dirt'll find a niggaEven if you tryna get that clean workHe caught eyes with a bad ***** in a jean skirtShe gave him a mean smurk, he smiled backHe remember this man that hit that shit a while backHe met her, *****ed her, never dialled backHow niggas do? he kept it moving, couldn't wait to get homeReport card for his mother couldn't wait to get shownStraight A's as usual, his momma would smileYoungest child, college boundKnew his momma was proudCause he was headed out the hoodHe promised himself one day he'd get her out for goodThat made him smileThe favorite child, but damn, fate is foulDrive by, stray bullets that laid him outOn the pavement fading outNow he bleeding thinking, God, man, you couldn't wait a whileMy 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, nigga? uhYeah, he's fading out, her favourie childHe's fading out
