Pastor Troy, Peter the Disciple - Vica Versa lyrics

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)

Vice 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)

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

It's 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 hurt
While Jesus equipped with angels
The Devil's equipped with Glocks
For God so loved 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 vice 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
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

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' 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 streets of gold?
Only God knows, vica versa