Pastor Troy - Vice Versa Lyrics
Feat. peter the disciplePastor 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 badEverything 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, gonGon get you a fat blunt of that droSmoke 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 shitVica versa, pastor troyVica versaYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWhat if heaven was hell and vica versaIf I told you go to hell, would you tell I cursed ya?I re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fateThey pray I die Im that nigga that they love to hateIma make you use your mind, god, the 7th signAnd when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your timeAgain I ask, heaven was hell and vica versaWould you start doin evil in order to nurture?The spirit, man, do you understand, theres a warIts ragin onAnd the devil got some ammo tooDont get me wrongBut I put my trust off in the lordIts too corruptKnow that God gon help me blow em upI give a *****, heaven was hell and vica versaI have no fearI done witnessed too much hell right hereLend me your ear, recall all the beerWe had to pourtill all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44Payback niggaMy liquor keep my from tryin to enterBetter aloneAnd to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zoneClick above to visit our sponsorsKnow Im grown, but Im still a babyIts vica versa so I guess Ill beg satan to save meGod Im confused, the fuse of all these mutha*****azMakin me sick? ***** my niggaz? , I cant trust nobody? ***** niggaz?Sleep with a clique of nasty concubineAnd vica versa, so shell probably do the whole nineNaste hoeI dont know where ima go this christmasIts satans birthIma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurtWhile jesus equiped with angels, the devils equiped with fireOh God so love the world he blessed the thug with rocksWont stop until they feel meProtect me devil, think the lord is tryin to kill meIts vica versaHeaven is below, while this dozier keep me highTo see the lord almighty nigga, Im ready to dieMy reply for any questions askedThe devil made me do itWhos the devil may I ask?Its so pollutedUp-rooted from all this stupid shitSee me cremated, my adaption to the climateSo glad I made itElated that they gon go to heavenBut do they knowHeaven may not be th place to goAgain I ask, heaven was hell and vica versaThe devils demons, Ill be damned if Im gon let em hurt yaFollow me...Peter the disciple:If it was vica versa, Id be and angel, cause Im a devilA doun south georgia rebel, a whole nother *****in levelRemenisin on all the good and the bad that I didBustin caps and splittin wigsAnd servin nicks and talkin shitThis is vica versa no *****in commercialHeaven or hell, where do we go?When we die, eternal fire or the street of goldOnly God knows, vica versa
