(feat. Co-Ed) [Verse 1: Pastor Troy] Sometimes I feel like I am stuck between a bad dream Running this race thank the Lord for his amazing grace Yes
[heavy breathing] [Pastor Troy] One... Two... Three... In the beginning, God created drugs And other thugs, with other thoughts The path that's never
[Pastor Troy] [Verse 1:] It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s To see how quick to get the ki in college park I knew him from the
[Pastor Troy] [Verse 1:] Introduction to a lunatic (come on):huh, y'all playing (come on) Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on):huh, And that's all
s The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein The pain make's me smoke the reefer Helps me relax It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
ice and I'ma show you mine And don't say money I put it all on the line And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind [Verse 2: Pastor Troy
not some rocks some weed everybody's trapped high I cant afford the heat its kinda neat how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge and when theses
Aye, there's a prayer for every real nigga in the country. When you wake up and shit feels like it's hard to bare, just repeat this prayer "I Believe
through it up It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a Throw up yo flags [Hook] Throw yo flags up! [repeat 7X] Come on you scared, you scared [Verse 2: Pastor Troy
(feat. Peter The Disciple) [Pastor Troy - talking] Yeah (yeah) This song is called Goddamn, Vica Versa (I'm doin' my best to save my people) It's like
[Pastor Troy] Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now Say you want pistol
Richmond team and I'ma ride till its over I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now Say you want pistol play well then its Blah! Blah! Cause I'm the pastor
the pain enhances the misery swells im screamin' ya name from a mountain in hell im so low that the grounds above me it seems as if no one cares to love
, BANG BANG BANG TWO FEET AWAY, POINT BLANK RANGE THANK IT'S A GAME I'M HELL TO DEAL WIT AND THEN I'MA BURY THE SHELL YA PUNK BITCH PASTOR TROY TALKIN
Girls shakin that ass boy (Yeah) Shakin that ass all in yo lil young face nigga (Yall know it's on) Them girls say, "Troy bring another Pop That Pussy
Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (x 8) Verse 1 Now let's pray lord have mercy, help 'em God Pastor Troy baby, and I'm coming
one, hopin one, day she could be wifey. Thugged up from da flo up but hell dats why she like it, So politely, I asked her, why does she love da pastor
(Pastor Troy) ooh, ooh, ooh yeah, this for da clones in the ATL, With them fake a** chains, For all the flexy a** ni**az comin' outta Atlanta, Verse
