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I'm seeing you man you doing your thingI see the new shoes, suits and a ringSince when are you into bling?A reverend's supposed to lead like Reverend Doctor Martin Luther KingYou more like Pastor OfferingI'mma come down to your church, manHow much does it cost again?God know a nigga struggling badHe know a nigga probably need whatever he hasAnd you assist, I give you some ten percentAnd I can hardly even pay my own rentI got a old '94 PontiacYou ride around this bitch in a new 'lacYou should be hitting us for some breadBut instead you hitting us in the headFor fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundredsAre you telling us this is what God wanted?You ain't practicing what you preachNah you extorting us on the weekendRob stealing and running a gameGetting filthy rich in God's name(Preacher)You ain't practicing what you preachNah you extorting us on the weekendRob, stealing and running a gameLetras de cancionesWhat a shame, what a shame, what a shameI'm seeing you man you doing it bigBoth of your kids becoming the church jigWife rocking the five-thousand dollar wigAnd she got a big rock on her handYou running a scamThat we was fucking dependent on section eightAnd always have something to put in the collection plateIt was always so strange it was oddTo see my mumma scratching up change to give it to GodI think we all know nobody's saying shitYou was using that to pay your card paymentsWe was mother fucking paying your mortgageWe was living in the projectsYou know we couldn't afford itBut that's how you was on itYou would come to church and talk itBut I doubt you would walk itYou probably come to America and I seen that you whore itMake me wanna just snatch you off of the pulpitYou ain't practicing what you preachNah you extorting us on the weekendRob stealing and running a gameGetting filthy rich in God's name(Preacher)You ain't practicing what you preachNah you extorting us on the weekendRob, stealing and running a gameWhat a shame, what a shame, what a shameThat politician ain't really a politicianHe a (preacher)We voted him in to be a leaderBut he a (preacher)Promises better living conditionsSoon as he gets the position, switches his dispositionIt's the (preacher)It's not only the guys in the churchBut it's the (preacher) got a lot of swish wordsHow can we survive on this earthWhen ya'll come flood the ghetto with guns, drugs and legalize bottles ofHurtin' jerkinMy cousin on per percentHe gave out a murder threatThey caught him, shot up his legs and those fuckers ain't working yetBloomberg banned cigarettesWhy you in man letting police men beat on niggas yetYa'll know that the shit I'm saying is trueIgnoring it if it ain't pertaining to youBut if the (preacher) don't walk it like he talk itThen dammit, dog on it, that nigga got some explaining to doYou ain't practicing what you preachNah you extorting us on the weekendRob stealing and running a gameGetting filthy rich in God's name(Preacher)You ain't practicing what you preachNah you extorting us on the weekendRob, stealing and running a gameWhat a shame, what a shame, what a shameKnow what I'm saying, no disrespect to nobody, ya'll motherfuckersBlaspheming ass ni--a, using the lord's name in vain nigga, don't do thatShit. That niggas pimping the system, stop pimping the poor people man, Help us out nigga, we need God for realNow come on up here so Jesus can put you on a payment plan From Letras Mania