Lee Fields - 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 insist, I give you some 10 percent When I can barely 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 what some bread But instead you hitting us in the head For 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s, 100s Are you telling this is cause God want it? You ain't practicing what you preach man 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 man 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 be coming to church jig Wife rocking a five-thousand dollar wig And she got a big rock on her hand Did y'all run a scam? Cause we was f**ing dependent on section 8 But always had something to put in the collection plate It was always so strange it was odd To see my mama scratching up change to give it to God I think we all knew nobody's saying sh** You was using that to pay your car payments We was motherf**ing paying your mortgage And 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 Arsenio Hall it Make me wanna just snatch you off of the pulpit You ain't practicing what you preach man 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 man 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 the hell could we survive on this Earth When ya'll come flood the ghetto with guns, d** and legalize bottles of erk and jerk My cousin on Percocet He gave out a murder threat They caught him, shot up his legs and them f**ers ain't working yet Bloomberg banned cigarettes Why he ain't banned letting police man beat on n***as yet Ya'll know that the sh** I'm saying is true Ignore it if it ain't pertaining to you But if the (preacher) don't walk it like he talk it Then dammit, doggone it, that n***a got some explaining to do You ain't practicing what you preach man 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 man 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** n***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...