Jesus Take The Wheel - Drinkchamps, N.O.R.E., Reks

Jesus, take the wheel

I’m too drunk to drive

Jesus, take the wheel

Jesus, take the wheel

I’m too drunk to drive

Jesus, take the wheel

Pray

I feel like malcolm with the gun while he staring out the window

Extra cartridges but I ain’t talking no Nintendo

Roll a ooh ah blunt, some say extendo

Niggas had love, I found out it was pretend, though

I entered the game with a classic, The War Report

It might burn down your fabric, the holy ghost

Legends, let me speak on your behalf

These new niggas annoying like Elliot’s laugh

Put that on your rap radar, I beat to the dot, hit niggas with the AR

I been friends where them niggas slaying cane at

Same place where they claim they jump game at

Got blown puta, puneta, sell hard white, I call it Static Selektah

See, I’m the reason you got head on the highway

Frank Sinatra my Gs it’s true, did it my way

Only dude I asked to get in on this song and the nigga ain’t do it

Was the kid Lil Sean, fuck it, I get Detroit love anyway

Cool with Trick Trick, Detroit love any day

And see my passport is stamped, I go through customs with a Kanye rant

(Kanye's Airport Rant)

And out of town blame a Ebro or Geespin

Well, out-of-towners rocks on the box more than we then

I sit back and open up the reese lane

Still get your head walking out the precinct

I told Steven Hill that it’s real, next year at the Cypher mind get killed

Speed off, won’t smear off, license revoked

Nights with the Henny ho, the ice, no coke

No joke, give it straight, no chaser

Planet of the apes where they go and can’t come for the papers

Gorillas, pushers, dealers, killers

White boys calling themselves niggas, shit is

All type of fucked up, funeral’s bucked up

Who the most stuck up till they get stuck up

Blungee off the bungee cord, balls off the Ouija board

Broads overseas, on board, call the guard

Got a dog with the bark, hell high, rough riding it

Come from an environment where gang war prominent

Most dominant me and my conglomerate

Toast to the winners, the survivors gotta honor it

Soldiers salute, all my legends pursue

Murdering the 100 proof, body in the booth

She a model, let her swatter, let her gobble what I shoot

Pop a molly in the hallway of the hass mess, too

Kendrick control bars got em in their hearse

Got em digging in their purse, try to memorize the verse

To retaliate, nowadays rappers all feather weight

Ain’t no heavy weight, marshmallow pillow case

Soft with their metaphors, you ain’t never met a force

Similar to N.O.

and R.E.

boss

Yeah

And I ain’t got no disrespect for the homie Kendrick

Long as kurrupt mind his business, no interest

Some of these responses, they oughta stop

Cause even when they kick down the buildings it was photoshopped