Saigon - Preacher lyrics

I'm seeing you man you doing your thing I see the new shoes, suits and a ring Since when are you into bling? A reverend's supposed to lead like Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King You more like Pastor Offering I'mma come down to your church, man How much does it cost again? God know a n***a struggling bad He know a n***a probably need whatever he has And you a**ist, I give you some ten percent And I can hardly even pay my own rent I got a old '94 Pontiac You ride around this b**h in a new 'lac You should be hitting us for some bread But instead you hitting us in the head For fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Are you telling us this is what God wanted? You ain't practicing what you preach Nah you extorting us on the weekend Rob stealing and running a game Getting filthy rich in God's name (Preacher) You ain't practicing what you preach Nah you extorting us on the weekend Rob, stealing and running a game What a shame, what a shame, what a shame I'm seeing you man you doing it big Both of your kids becoming the church jig Wife rocking the five-thousand dollar wig And she got a big rock on her hand You running a scam That we was f**ing dependent on section eight And always have something to put in the collection plate It was always so strange it was odd To see my mumma scratching up change to give it to God I think we all know nobody's saying sh** You was using that to pay your card payments We was mother f**ing paying your mortgage We was living in the projects You know we couldn't afford it But that's how you was on it You would come to church and talk it But I doubt you would walk it You probably come to America and I seen that you who*e it Make me wanna just snatch you off of the pulpit You ain't practicing what you preach Nah you extorting us on the weekend Rob stealing and running a game Getting filthy rich in God's name (Preacher) You ain't practicing what you preach Nah you extorting us on the weekend Rob, stealing and running a game What a shame, what a shame, what a shame That politician ain't really a politician He a (preacher) We voted him in to be a leader But he a (preacher) Promises better living conditions Soon as he gets the position, switches his disposition It's the (preacher) It's not only the guys in the church But it's the (preacher) got a lot of swish words How can we survive on this earth When ya'll come flood the ghetto with guns, d** and legalize bottles of Hurtin' jerkin My cousin on per percent He gave out a murder threat They caught him, shot up his legs and those f**ers ain't working yet Bloomberg banned cigarettes Why you in man letting police men beat on n***as yet Ya'll know that the sh** I'm saying is true Ignoring it if it ain't pertaining to you But if the (preacher) don't walk it like he talk it Then dammit, dog on it, that n***a got some explaining to do You ain't practicing what you preach Nah you extorting us on the weekend Rob stealing and running a game Getting filthy rich in God's name (Preacher) You ain't practicing what you preach Nah you extorting us on the weekend Rob, stealing and running a game What a shame, what a shame, what a shame Know what I'm saying, no disrespect to nobody, ya'll motherf**ers Blaspheming a** ni--a, using the lord's name in vain n***a, don't do that sh**. That n***as pimping the system, stop pimping the poor people man, Help us out n***a, we need God for real Now come on up here so Jesus can put you on a payment plan