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    Pastor Troy - "Vica Versa"

    Pastor Troy "Vica Versa" Lyrics:

    [Intro] Yeah (yeah) This song here is called Goddamn, Vica Versa (I'm doin' my best to save my people) It's like, (The people and I will rely on 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) (Hell on Earth nigga) This shit here, Goddamn, go on Go on and get you a mother fuckin' fat ass 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)

    [Verse 1: Pastor Troy] 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 your mind, God has sent the sign And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa Would you start doing 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 pour For all our niggas, hit the Devil with the .44 Payback nigga! My liquor keep me 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 feuds of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick {*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*} With a clique of nasty concubines, and vica versa So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho I don't know where I'mma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth I'mma 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 rock 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 Uprooted 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 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...

    [Verse 2: Peter the Disciple] If this was vica versa, I'd be an angel, cause I'm a devil A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level Reminiscin' on all the good and the bad that I did Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs And servin' nigs and talkin' shit This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial Heaven or Hell, where do we go When we die, eternal fire or the streets of gold? Only God knows, vica versa