Pastor Troy - Vica Versa lyrics

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[Pastor Troy - talking]

Yeah (yeah)

This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa

(I'm doin' my best to save my people)

It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)

Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad

Everything bad, was really good

(What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)

The whole world, vica versa

(Good is bad)

Vica versa (Bad is good)

(Dear Lord am I the only one?)

This shit here, Goddamn, gon'

Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro

Smoke that shit

(It's all vica versa)

Look up in the air nigga

(We rich nigga)

(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)

I know all these real niggas gone feel this shit

Vica Versa, Pastor Troy

(Vica Versa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa

If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?

I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate

And pray I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate

I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign

And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time

Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa

Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?

Do you understand that there's a war?

It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too

Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord

It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up

I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear

I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear

Recall the beer we had to po'

For all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44

Payback nigga

My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle alone

And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone

Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby

It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me

God I'm confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick

{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}

With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa

So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho

I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth

I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth

While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire

For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks

Won't stop until they feel me

Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me

It's vica versa

Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high

To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die

My reply for any questions asked, "The Devil made me do it"

Who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted

Up-rooted from all this stupid shit

See me cremated, my adaption to the climate

So glad I made it

Elated that they gon' go to Heaven

But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go

Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa

The devil's in me and I'll be damned if I'm gon let god hurt ya

Follow me...

[Peter the Disciple]

If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil

A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level

Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did

Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs

And servin' nicks and talkin' shit

This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial

Heaven or Hell, where do we go?

When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold

Only God knows, vica versa