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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 Letras de cancionesHelp 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 From Letras Mania