Take Da Wheel

(album: Us Or Else: Letter To The System - 2016)

I think I'm out my mind, people say I'm tripping
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 isn't righteous as it will
How many V12 fast enough to pop a wheelie?
Driving reckless everywhere, but I got Jesus at the wheel

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

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 gods child
Even though Jesus knows I been wild since a fetus

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

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

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

I know what you're thinking
You see me drinking, while I'm driving
Speed by, with the top down
Been smoking, I ain't even high
Got a six figure watch on
Hanging out the window, stones singing
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

I think I'm out my mind, people say I'm tripping
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 isn't righteous as it will
How many V12 fast enough to pop a wheelie?
Driving reckless everywhere, but I got Jesus at the wheel

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