Steer (feat. Rush Davis)

Staring down the barrel of a Colt .45

I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive

Everything is hazy and I can't see my lane

Demons got me seeing double in the rain

If I put the pedal to the metal, take my hands off the wheel

Lord, if you hear me, steer

Steer

Lord, if you hear me, steer

I think I need to breathe 'cause I ain't feeling right

My conscience is at ease, it's saying, live your life

Got everything, I ain't missing much, bruh

Got my little paper back, I ain't feeling fucked up

My woman got my back so I ain't stressed out

Side looking in, you can say I'm blessed, huh

Career still intact, got my street cred

Went on with life thinking that the beef's dead

But every now and then I get flashbacks

Get down on my knees and I ask that

God keep my head on 'cause I don't wanna spazz out

Load back up that .45 and air a **** ass out

Staring down the barrel of a Colt .45

I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive

Everything is hazy and I can't see my lane

Demons got me seeing double in the rain

If I put the pedal to the metal, take my hands off the wheel

Lord, if you hear me, steer

Steer

Lord, if you hear me, steer

Awakened by the sound of the siren

Helicopter spotlights illuminate the crime scene

Crowd gathers round, tryna find out what the fuck just happened

Wait a minute, time out

I looked a little closer at my t-shirt

I see squirts of blood, just now starting to bleed worse

I'm lost, I got blood on my hands though

And then the camera man starts to pan slow

Realizing what I'm up against

I guess I'm just gon' have to face the consequence

Snap back to reality

I gotta think fast, got some muhfuckas after me

Paranoid, got me running for my life now

Homicide, questioning my mama and my wife now

Parking lot full of cops, got the dogs out

Running, chest burning, out of breath, about to fall out

Hit the corner, parked car at the stop sign

Going back to jail ain't the plan, so the outline

Is to come up with something, so I escape this or handcuffs

Fuck that, I ain't finna take shit

I'd rather be carried by 6 than judged by 12, getting that cell

Or maybe they gon' gun a **** down

'Cause they don't wanna see me in the trial

Staring down the barrel of a Colt .45

I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive

Everything is hazy and I can't see my lane

Demons got me seeing double in the rain

If I put the pedal to the metal, take my hands off the wheel

Lord, if you hear me, steer