[Intro]

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

(This our shit here)

Vica Versa, Pastor Troy

(Vica Versa)

[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa? (yeah)

If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I cursed ya? (yeah)

I reimbursed ya with the truth so you know my fate (yeah)

And pray I die, I'm that nigga that they love to hate (yeah)

I wanna make you use your mind, God has sent the sign (yeah)

And when you listen to these rhymes, nigga, take your time (yeah)

Again I ask, Heaven was Hell and vica versa (yeah)

Would you start doing evil in order to nurture (yeah) the spirit man?

Do you understand that there's a war? (yeah)

It's ragin' on and the devil got some ammo too (yeah)

Don't get me wrong, but I put my trust off in the Lord (yeah)

It's too corrupt, know that God gon' help me blow 'em up (yeah)

I give a fuck, Heaven was Hell and vica versa (yeah), I have no fear

I done witnessed too much Hell right here (yeah), lend me your ear

Recall the beer we had to pour (yeah)

For all our niggas, hit the Devil with the .44 (yeah)

Payback, nigga!

My liquor keep me from tryin' to enter (yeah) battle alone

And to deal with all this wickedness (come here), I smoke a zone

Know I'm grown, but I'm still a baby (yeah)

It's vica versa, so I guess I'll beg Satan to save me (yeah)

God I'm confused, the feuds of all these motherfuckers (yeah), makin' me sick

(*Virgin Mary never fucked nobody (yeah), but she suck dick*)

With a clique of nasty concubines (yeah)

It's vica versa, so she'll probably do the whole nine (yeah), that nasty ho!

I don't know where I'mma go this Christmas (yeah), it's Satan's birth

I'mma try to smoke a pound of weed (yeah), 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...

[Verse 2: Peter the Disciple]

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