J. Cole - The Good Son Pt. I lyrics

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 b**h in a jean skirt She gave him a mean smurk, he smiled back He remember this man that hit that sh** 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