Lyrics

[Verse: Jesse Duplantis]
Came from the pulpit, stylin' divine in my suits,
Private jet preacher, spreading the celestial roots.
Got the prosperity gospel, wealth holy and clean,
Shinin’ so bright, my glow's a heaven machine.

[Verse: Greg Locke]
Loudmouth rebel, Bible-thumpin' til it’s raw,
Truth like a sledgehammer, crumblin' all y’all.
Flip tables in the temple, no frauds on my block,
Exposin' hypocrisy, got receipts in my sock.

[Chorus]
Preacher to preacher, the truth on the track,
Holy bars droppin’, ain’t no turnin' back.
Kingdom clash verbal, blessings or the sword,
This ain’t about the money, it’s the power of the Lord.

[Verse: Jesse Duplantis]
You callin' out demons, but forget your own greed,
Throwin' stones at my mansion while your flock bleed.
Southern charm, I’m anointed, y’all just mad,
I build heaven on earth; you just screamin' bad.

[Verse: Greg Locke]
Man, spare me with jets and your mansion appeal,
I’m in the trenches with the sheep; my kingdom's real.
I don't sugar-coat sermons, we callin' out sin,
You drove your jet to the bank, I’m drivin' conviction within.

[Bridge]
One preaches gold, one preaches fire,
Two paths diverging, same church choir.
They clash in the light with heavenly ire,
Who’s really called, and who’s just a buyer?