"The Good Son, Part 1" lyrics

Allow me to set the scene first
This little nigga no older than 17 in a Martin Luther King shirt
Walking 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 moving, couldn't wait to get home
Report card for his mother couldn't wait to get shown
Straight "A"s as usual, his mamma would smile
Youngest child, college bound
Knew his mamma 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 mamma struggling. Who gon' save her now, huh?"
Now he fading out thinking, "God, you couldn't wait a while?
My mamma need me. Who gon' save her now, nigga? Uh."
Yeah, he's fading out, the favourite child
He's fading out (the favorite child)