Preacher Lyrics - Greatest Story Never Told - Saigon

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 nigga struggling bad 

He know a nigga probably need whatever he has 

And you assist, 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 bitch 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 fucking 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 shit 

You was using that to pay your card payments 

We was mother fucking 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 whore 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, drugs 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 fuckers ain't working yet 

Bloomberg banned cigarettes 

Why you in man letting police men beat on niggas yet 

Ya'll know that the shit 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 nigga 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 motherfuckers 

Blaspheming ass ni--a, using the lord's name in vain nigga, don't do that 

Shit. That niggas pimping the system, stop pimping the poor people man, 

Help us out nigga, we need God for real 

Now come on up here so Jesus can put you on a payment plan