| Pastor troy:
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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 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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| Know ain’t everybody gon' 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 re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate
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| They pray I die I’m that nigga that they love to hate
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| I’ma make you use your mind, god, the 7th 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?
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| The spirit, man, do you understand, there’s a war
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| It’s ragin' on
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| And the devil got some ammo too
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| Don’t get me wrong
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| But I put my trust off in the lord
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| It’s too corrupt
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| Know that God gon' help me blow 'em up
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| I give a fuck, heaven was hell and vica versa
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| I have no fear
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| I done witnessed too much hell right here
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| Lend me your ear, recall all the beer
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| We had to pour
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| 'till all our niggas hit the devil with the .44
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| Payback nigga
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| My liquor keep my from tryin' to enter
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| Better 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 muthafuckaz
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| Makin' me sick
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| Virgin Mary never fu**ed nobody, but she sucked di**
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| With a clique of nasty concubine
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| And vica versa, so she’ll probably do the whole nine
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| Naste hoe
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| I don’t know where i’ma go this christmas
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| It’s satan’s birth
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| I’ma try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt
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| While jesus equiped with angels, the devil’s equiped with fire
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| Oh God so love the world 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
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| The devil made me do it
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| Who’s the devil may I ask?
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| 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
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| 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 demons, I’ll be damned if I’m gon' let 'em 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 doun 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 |