(Trill Got that Juice, nigga)
Uh

Look at me, mama
Finally global, finally sober

Gotta hit my knees, God please
Could you keep on looking after me?
And it ain't as bad as it seems, we turn dreams 'to reality
Ma, your son done did it, could you please just relax for me
Paper stacked to ceiling for rainy days, and casualties
And I'ma change my ways, I know I owe you everything
Percocets used to protect my pain when I was 17
I left the house so early, all we ever did is was beef
I figured if I hit the road, you'd finally get to find some peace
And I was sleep when you called me, I'm in Italy with Nari
Wonder if you see Paityn with Paisley's how you saw me
I hope that they learn to love from you 'cause your's the softest
I know dad never came back, but girl I promise that—

I got your back, I got your back
I know we got our differences but things was so different then
I took you through hell and back
You been with me through thick and thin
And look at me, mama
Finally global, finally sober
Look at me, mama
Finally sober, finally global
Look at me, mama
I got your back, I got your back, yeah
I got your back, I got your back
Look at me, mama
Finally global, finally sober
Look at me, mama
Finally, oh

Look at me, mama
Oh, look at me, mama, uh
Look at me, mama
Finally global, finally sober