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[ti:The good son ] |
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[ar:J.cole] |
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[al:The Album Before The Album] |
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J.cole-The good son |
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Allow me to set the scene first |
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This little n-gga no older than 17 in a Martin Luther King *****rt |
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Walking down the mean merc where the fiends lurk |
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And the same dirt'll find a n-gga |
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Even if you tryna get that clean work |
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He caught eyes with a bad ***** 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 *****t a while back |
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He met her, f-cked her, never dialled back |
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How n-ggas 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 favourite 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, n-gga? uh |
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Yeah, he's fading out, her favourie child |
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He's fading out |
