[Pastor Troy - talking]
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Yeah (yeah)
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This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa
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(I'm doin' my best to save my people)
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It's like, (The people & I will rely in God)
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Picture everything that you thought was good, was really bad
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Everything bad, was really good
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(What if Heaven was on Earth nigga)
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The whole world, vica versa
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(Good is bad)
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Vica versa (Bad is good)
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(Dear Lord am I the only one?)
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This shit here, Goddamn, gon'
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Go'n get you a fat blunt of that 'dro
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Smoke that shit
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(It's all vica versa)
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Look up in the air nigga
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(We rich nigga)
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(This is what we doin', it's vica versa)
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I know all these real niggas gone feel this shit
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Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
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(Vica Versa)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa
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If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya?
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I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate
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And pray I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate
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I wanna make you use yo mind, God has sent a sign
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And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga take your time
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Again I ask, Heaven was hell and vica versa
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Would you start doin' evil in order to nurture--the spirit man?
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Do you understand that there's a war?
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It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too
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Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord
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It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
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I give a fuck, Heaven was hell and vica versa, I have no fear
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I done witnessed too much Hell right here, lend me your ear
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Recall the beer we had to po'
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For all our niggaz hit the Devil with the .44
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Payback nigga
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My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter, battle alone
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And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone
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Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby
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It's vica versa so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me
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God I'm confused, the fuse of all these motherfuckers, makin' me sick
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{*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody, but she suck dick*}
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With a clique of nasty concubines, and vice-a versa
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So she'll probably do the whole nine, that nasty ho
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I don't know where I'ma go this Christmas, it's Satan's birth
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I'ma try to smoke a pound of weed, and ease the Earth
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While Jesus equiped with angels, the Devil's equiped with fire
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For God so love the world that he blessed the thug with rocks
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Won't stop until they feel me
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Protect me Devil, think the Lord is tryin' to kill me
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It's vica versa
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Heaven is below, while this dozier keep me high
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To see the Lord almighty nigga, I'm ready to die
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My reply for any questions asked, "The Devil made me do it"
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Who's the Devil may I ask?, It's so polluted
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Up-rooted from all this stupid shit
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See me cremated, my adaption to the climate
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So glad I made it
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Elated that they gon' go to Heaven
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But do they know Heaven may not be th place to go
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Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa
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The devil's in me and I'll be damned if I'm gon let god hurt ya
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Follow me...
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[Peter the Disciple]
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If it was vica versa, I'd be and angel, 'cause I'm a devil
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A Down South Georgia Rebel, a whole 'nother fuckin' level
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Remenisin' on all the good and the bad that I did
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Bustin' caps and splittin' wigs
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And servin' nicks and talkin' shit
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This is vica versa no fuckin' commercial
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Heaven or Hell, where do we go?
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When we die, eternal fire or the street of gold
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Only God knows, vica versa
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Vica Versa
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Pastor Troy |