Vica Versa

Pastor Troy -Vica Versa
Written by ：Carl Mahone
Yeah yeah
This song is called God d*mn vica versa
To save the people
Its like
The people I will rely in God
Picture everything you thought was good
Was really bad
Everything bad was really good
What if heaven was on earth ni**a
The whole world vica versa
Good is bad
Vica versa bad is good
Dear Lord am I only one
This sh*t here God d*mn gon
Gon get you a motherf*cker bad*ss gone of that dro
Smoke that sh*t
Its all vica versa
Look up in the air ni**a
We rich ni**a
This vica versa
Know aint everybody gonfeel this sh*t
Vica versa Pastor Troy
Vica versa
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
What if heaven was hell and vica versa yeah
If I told you go to hell
Would you tell I cursed ya yeah
I re embersed ya with the truth
So you know my fate yeah
They pray I die Im that ni**a that they love to hate
Yeah
Ima make you use your mind God the 7th sign
Yeah
And when you listen to these rhymes ni**a take your time
Yeah
Again I ask heaven was hell and vica versa
Yeah
Would you start doinevil in order to nurture
Yeah
The spirit man do you understand theres a war
Yeah
Its raginon
And the devil got some ammo too
Yeah
Dont get me wrong
But I put my trust off in the Lord
Yeah
Its too corrupt
Know that God gonhelp me blow em up
Yeah
I give a f*ck heaven was hell and vica versa
I have no fear
I done witnessed too much hell right here
Yeah
Lend me your ear recall all the beer
We had to pour
Yeah
Till all our niggaz hit the devil with the 44
Yeah
Payback ni**a
My liquor keep me from tryinto enter ah
Better alone
And to deal with all this wickedness yeah
I smoke a zone
Know Im grown but Im still a baby yeah
Its vica versa so I guess Ill beg Satan to save me
God Im confused the fuse of all these muthaf*ckaz
Yeah
Makinme sick
Oh fan en yours cant trust nobody
Yeah
P*ssy niggaz
Sleep with a clique of nasty concubine
Yeah
And vica versa so shell probably do the whole nine
Yeah
Naste hoe
I dont know where Im a go this Christmas
Yeah
Its Satans birth
Im a try to smoke a pund of w**d yeah
And ease the hurt
While Jesus equiped with angels the devils equiped with fire
Oh God so love the world
And he blessed the thug with rocks
Wont stop until they feel me
Protect me devil think the Lord is tryinto kill me
Its vice versa
Heaven is below while this dozier keep me high
To see the Lord almighty ni**a 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 sh*t
See me cremated my adaption to the climate
So glad I made it
Elated that they gongo to heaven
But do they know
Heaven may not be the place to go
Again I ask heaven was hell and vica versa
The devils demons Ill be d*mned
If Im gonlet em hurt ya
Follow me
If it was vica versa Id be
And angel cause Im a devil
A doun South Georgia rebel a whole
Nother *****inlevel
Reminiscinon all the good and the bad that I did
Bustincaps and splittinwigs
And servinnicks and talkinsh*t
This vica versa no f*ckincommercial
Heaven or hell where do we go
When we die eternal fire or the street of gold
Only God knows vica versa