Talkin' Shit

Feat. peter the disciple

Pastor troy [talking]:

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 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)

Know aint everybody 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 re embersed ya, with the truth, so you know my fate

They pray I die Im that nigga that they love to hate

Ima make you use your mind, god, the 7th 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, 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 all the beer

We had to pour

till all our niggaz hit the devil with the .44

Payback nigga

My liquor keep my from tryin to enter

Better alone

And to deal with all this wickedness, I smoke a zone

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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 muthafuckaz

Makin me sick

? fuck my niggaz? , I cant trust nobody

? pussy niggaz? 

Sleep with a clique of nasty concubine

And vica versa, so shell probably do the whole nine

Naste hoe

I dont know where ima go this christmas

Its satans birth

Ima try to smoke a pund of weed, and ease the hurt

While jesus equiped with angels, the devils equiped with fire

Oh God so love the world 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 demons, Ill be damned if Im gon let em hurt ya

Follow me...

Peter the disciple:

If it was vica versa, Id be and angel, cause Im a devil

A doun 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