Take Da Wheel - T.I.

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

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 God’s 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 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

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

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