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 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)
(Dear Lord am I the only one?)
This shit here, Goddamn, gon
Gon get you a fat blunt of that dro
Smoke that shit
(Its all vica versa)
Look up in the air nigga
(We rich nigga)
(This is what we doin, its vica versa)
I know all these real niggas gone 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, Im that nigga that they love to hate
I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign
And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time
Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
Would you start doin evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?
Do you understand that theres a war?
Its ragin on and the devil got some ammo too
Dont get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord
Its 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 po
For all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44
Payback nigga
My liquor keep my from tryin to enter, battle alone
And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
Know Im grown, but Im still a baby
Its vica versa so I guess Ill beg Satan to save me
God Im confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin me sick
{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}
With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa
So shell probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho
I dont know where Ima go this Christmas, its Satans birth
Ima try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth
While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devils equiped with fire
For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks
Wont stop until they feel me
Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin to kill me
Its vica versa
Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
To see the Lord almighty nigga, 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 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 th place to go
Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa
The devils in me and Ill be damned if Im gon let god hurt ya
Follow me...
If it was vica versa, Id be and angel, cause Im a devil
A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole nother fuckin level
Remenisin 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 street of gold
Only God knows, vica versa
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