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 ol' 'tude

It be like, "Tip, stay in 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

I'm in the V12, fast enough to pop a wheelie

Driving reckless everywhere but I got Jesus at the wheel

Help me, Jesus, take da wheel

Aye, help me, Jesus, take da wheel

God help me, man

Lord knows I don't wanna go to jail again

People just be sayin' what they want up out they mouth

And meanwhile I be tryna keep it 'bout 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 it me and your little secret

But if not, got a hot meal ticket

Said, I'll barely see inside of a cell

Smiling as I post bail

Emerging for certain

You see it, I'm God's child

Even though Jesus know I been wild since a fetus

Help me, Jesus, take da wheel

Aye, help me, Jesus, take da wheel

God help me, man

Lord knows I don't wanna go to jail again

I got a real big heart and a real bad temper

Just motherfuckers just don't know how to take it

Maybe because I pull a **** card and check 'em when they be fakin'

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 don't fake no moves, play no games at all

I ain't one of these other **** 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 **** tell tall tales

But when all else fails, I be prayin' for y'all, cheers

Help me, Jesus, take da wheel

Aye, help me, Jesus, take da wheel

God help me, man

Lord knows I don't wanna go to jail again

Aye, I know what you're thinking

You see me drinking while I'm drivin'

Speed by with the top down, smoking, I ain't even high

Got a six-figure watch on, hangin' out the window

Stones singin', twenty-carat solitaire on my pinky

Yeah, I got that **** slippin', somebody say "You trippin'"

Hear T.I.P. and them keep a chopper with 'em, banana clippin'

You 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

Tellin' you, you'll fall asleep tryna take mine

No nap time, just flat line

You could reach for mine and my gat fire

You better check that shit, ****, 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 ol' 'tude

It be like, "Tip, stay in 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

I'm in the V12, fast enough to pop a wheelie

Driving reckless everywhere but I got Jesus at the wheel

Help me, Jesus, take da wheel

Aye, help me, Jesus, take da wheel

God help me, man

Lord knows I don't wanna go to jail again, aye