Vica Versa (Album Version|Edited) - Pastor Troy

Written by：Carl Mahone

Yeah yeah

This song is called God d*mn vica versa

To save the people

It's 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'

Go'n get you a motherf*cker bad*ss gone of that dro

Smoke that sh*t

It's all vica versa

Look up in the air ni**a

We rich ni**a

This vica versa

Know ain't everybody gon' feel 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 I'm that ni**a that they love to hate

Yeah

I'ma 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 doin' evil in order to nurture

Yeah

The spirit man do you understand there's a war

Yeah

It's ragin' on

And the devil got some ammo too

Yeah

Don't get me wrong

But I put my trust off in the Lord

Yeah

It's too corrupt

Know that God gon' help 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 tryin' to enter ah

Better alone

And to deal with all this wickedness yeah

I smoke a zone

Know I'm grown but I'm still a baby yeah

It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me

God I'm confused the fuse of all these muthaf*ckaz

Yeah

Makin' me sick

Oh fan en yours can't trust nobody

Yeah

P*ssy niggaz

Sleep with a clique of nasty concubine

Yeah

And vica versa so she'll probably do the whole nine

Yeah

Naste hoe

I don't know where I'm a go this Christmas

Yeah

It's Satan's birth

I'm a try to smoke a pund of w**d yeah

And ease the hurt

While Jesus equiped with angels the devil's equiped with fire

Oh God so love the world

And 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 vice versa

Heaven is below while this dozier keep me high

To see the Lord almighty ni**a 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 sh*t

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 demons I'll be d*mned

If I'm gon' let 'em hurt ya

Follow me

If it was vica versa I'd be

And angel 'cause I'm a devil

A doun South Georgia rebel a whole

'Nother *****in' level

Reminiscin' on all the good and the bad that I did

Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs

And servin' nicks and talkin' sh*t

This vica versa no f*ckin' commercial

Heaven or hell where do we go

When we die eternal fire or the street of gold

Only God knows vica versa