Lyrics 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 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