J. Cole — The Good Son Pt. 1

[Verse 1] Allow me to set the scene first This little nigga no older than seventeen in a Martin Luther King shirt Walkin' down the mean murk, where the fiends lurk And the same dirt’ll find a nigga Even if you tryna' get that clean work He caught eyes with a bad bitch in a jean skirt She gave him a mean smirk, he smiled back He remembered this man that hit that shit a while back He met her, fucked her, never dialed back How niggas do, he kept it movin', 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 favorite 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, nigga? uh Yeah, he’s fading out, the favorite child He’s fading out (the favorite child)