Chill For a Church

Hey Mr. Preacher Man
Let me tell you what looks wrong
You've got your flock here
1600 strong
They pay the money
They pay the tithe
They can't afford it
But they're paying or your life

And it's chill
Chill for a church

Hey Mr. Preacher Man
Where you live is somewhere else
You feel no shame, nah
'Bout where you get your wealth
Four-car garage, yeah
Nice neighborhood
Wish your parishioners
Could afford to live this good