Take da Wheel

[Chorus] I think I'm out my mind, people say I'm trippin' Cause I raise hell everywhere I go I'm on 285 in my old school, same old tude' It be like, "Tip saying some shit," I know But I believe in God, and I know he be with me Even when my mission ain't as righteous as his will How many V12 fast enough to pop a wheelie? Driving reckless everywhere, but I got Jesus at the wheel [Hook] Help me Jesus, take the wheel Hey, help me Jesus take the wheel God help me, man Lord knows I don't want to go to jail again [Verse 1] People just be sayin what they want up out they mouth And meanwhile I be tryna keep about as real as I can keep it You try me and I'm gonna bring that drama to your house And I pray to god that we can keep this lil' me and you a secret But if not, gotta hot meal ticket Said I'll barely see the side of a cell, smiling, as I post bail Emerging, for certain, you see it, I'm God's child Even though Jesus knows I been wild since a fetus [Hook] Help me Jesus, take the wheel Hey, help me Jesus take the wheel God help me, man Lord knows I don't want to go to jail again [Verse 2] I got a real big heart and a real bad temper Gay motherfuckers just don't know how to take it Maybe because I pull a niggas card And check em when they be faking They don't like it, we can make it what they make it Over time, I had cases accumulated from fire conversations A violent demonstration, come after your violation' (What's the cause?) You know me dawg Man you know I ain't fake no moves, play no games at all I ain't one of these other niggas out here who finna cater to y'all My window open, I get back in there, I'm taking it all Once and for all, these niggas tell tall tales But when all that fails, I be praying for em [Hook] Help me Jesus, take the wheel Hey, help me Jesus take the wheel God help me, man Lord knows I don't want to go to jail again [Verse 3] I know what you're thinking, you see me drinking while I'm drivin Speed by, with the top down, been smoking, I ain't even high Got a six figure watch on, hangin out the window, stones singin 20 carot solitaire on my pinkie, yeah I got that nigga slipping Somebody say "you trippin" Hey TIP need to keep a chopper with him Banana clipping, I better listen Sometimes life lessons aren't learned from self Tryna get burned to death You should only be wide-eyed off profits you can earn for self Telling you you'll fall asleep tryna take mine No nap time, just flat-line You could reach for mine, and my gat find You better check that shit Nigga stand down, you might not know my background [Chorus] I think I'm out my mind, people say I'm trippin' Cause I raise hell everywhere I go I'm on 285 in my old school, same old tude' It be like, "Tip saying some shit," I know But I believe in God, and I know he be with me Even when my mission ain't as righteous as his will How many V12 fast enough to pop a wheelie? Driving reckless everywhere, but I got Jesus at the wheel [Hook] Help me Jesus, take the wheel Hey, help me Jesus take the wheel God help me, man Lord knows I don't want to go to jail again