Allow me to set the scene first
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This little nigga no older than 17 in a Martin Luther King shirt
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Walking down the mean merc where the fiends lurk
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And the same dirt'll find a nigga
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Even if you tryna get that clean work
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He caught eyes with a bad bitch in a jean skirt
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She gave him a mean smurk, he smiled back
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He remember this man that hit that shit a while back
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He met her, fucked her, never dialled back
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How niggas do? he kept it moving, couldn't wait to get home
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Report card for his mother couldn't wait to get shown
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Straight A's as usual, his momma would smile
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Youngest child, college bound
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Knew his momma was proud
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Cause he was headed out the hood
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He promised himself one day he'd get her out for good
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That made him smile
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The favorite child, but damn, fate is foul
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Drive by, stray bullets that laid him out
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On the pavement fading out
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Now he bleeding thinking, God, man, you couldn't wait a while
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My momma struggling who gon save her now, huh?
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Now he fading out thinking God, you couldn't wait a while?
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My momma need me, who gon save her now, nigga? uh
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Yeah, he's fading out, her favourie child
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He's fading out
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The Good Son, Part 1
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| J. Cole |
