Vica Versa Lyrics - Pastor Troy

Yeah, yeah 

This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa 

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

It's like 

(The people and 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' 

Gon' get you a motherfuckin' 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 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 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 up 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 equipped with Angels 

The Devil's equipped 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 doja 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 adaptation to 

The climate, so glad I made it, elated that they gon' go to Heaven 

But do they know Heaven may not be the 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 

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