Feat. peter the disciple

Pastor troy [talking]:
Yeah (yeah)
This song is called goddamn, vica versa
(Im doin my best to save my people)
Its like, (the people & I will rely in God)
Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad
Everything bad, was 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
Gon get you a fat blunt of that dro
Smoke that shit
(its all vica versa)
Look up in the air nigga
(we rich nigga)
(this is what we doin, its vica versa)
Know aint everybody gon 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 re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate
They pray I die Im that nigga that they love to hate
Ima make you use your mind, god, the 7th 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, theres a war
Its ragin on
And the devil got some ammo too
Dont get me wrong
But I put my trust off in the lord
Its 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 all the beer
We had to pour
till all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44
Payback nigga
My liquor keep my from tryin to enter
Better alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone

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Know Im grown, but Im still a baby
Its vica versa so I guess Ill beg satan to save me
God Im confused, the fuse of all these muthafuckaz
Makin me sick
? fuck my niggaz? , I cant trust nobody
? pussy niggaz?
Sleep with a clique of nasty concubine
And vica versa, so shell probably do the whole nine
Naste hoe
I dont know where ima go this christmas
Its satans birth
Ima try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt
While jesus equiped with angels, the devils equiped with fire
Oh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocks
Wont stop until they feel me
Protect me devil, think the lord is tryin to kill me
Its vica versa
Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
To see the lord almighty nigga, Im ready to die
My reply for any questions asked
The devil made me do it
Whos the devil may I ask?
Its 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 devils demons, Ill be damned if Im gon let em hurt ya
Follow me...

Peter the disciple:
If it was vica versa, Id be and angel, cause Im a devil
A doun 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