Lyrics:
niggas ain't givin me that
Now he ain't thinkin 'cause I had to put a hole in his cap
Don't get it twisted by the rap homes
The way I rock homes
Stay in
a track this here the cadaver
I've been going cam'ron since oh boy
Back when my pastor was troy
My sauce all black like soy
All distractions I avoid
It's
Fuckin' hoes, then we fuckin' up the dishes (dishes)
Bitch, we runnin' up digits (bitch)
The state, they label me a menace (yeah)
Lost T.Roy, I'm
And I'm crunk, hydro
Shit, give me a leaf,fuck swisher sweet
Your Louisi-Anna, I'm Texas Pete
Fuck obsolete, nigga too discrete
Sit back and pastor
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress
In the land where a little man must wear a vest
Settle for less
But I got
But I still passed her (Pastor) like I'm Troy
Got a couple horses in the new whip (In the new whip, Ay)
Now it sound like a toy
When I was born
shermhead
And no-one can tell me any different he's
My fucking favorite ever
I love him so much he's a shermhead
I produced a song off his first album
I
to be Pastor Troy
Bout to get blast on, "where the fuck is my mask homes?"
Mutha'fuck them niggaz
I'mma burn them niggaz
I'mma take them niggaz with me
Pastor Troy:
A sad day for da rap game im about to tell em my name(Pastor!!!!!)
a.k.a they call me megatron da cepracon i flip into a gun and burn
me late night pacin
I'm tight boot lacin
Mask on like I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek
to my niggas in the pen
And my murderous partners with they Mac 10s
I represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G
Glock cocked the day 'til they kill me, huh
toys
Throw it up on the eastside with Pastor troys
Listen to me catch the voice
Champ told me step up
Black told me your pen kill
World try to handcuff
Young Nino come through shining
400 for the free throw
You don't wanna fight the boy
I got too many hands for you pastor Troy
What's the haps nigga
it still We never satisfied
We wanna get the money even though it means to kill if I never get the money nigger Tell me what I gain
Now we become
I wrote and recorded this entire album by myself
Within 2 weeks on a 20 cent mic in my closet
With every malfunction you can think of to be honest
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
Y'all know what time it's
Your boy Pastor Troy going up
What it is Nick?
It's for all my niggas gettin that money
I'm a money junkie, nigga
I'm
BKGO Production
DJ Mike Tate, Freddy D, MC Assault an' BKGO
We doin' this shit wit Lil' Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin'
to kill this
The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions but you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
tired of these New Generation rappers
Kayne dont you ever Preach to me Like you a pastor
Hop off of Twitter before they say You get to cancel
All that
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do"
In 1970, David Peel's second album came
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
want to play with that toy
Droppin' this heat like an asteroid
Good in the south like Pastor Troy
Pull up aside of a 1977
Sittin' back and sippin' my
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