Letra Take da wheel T.I.

Take da wheel

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 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

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