Who is this Knigga named Jesus? Tell me why I've never heard of him Is he a fictional character? Or it's that America murdered him In God we trust says the Currency, but Money's everyone idol That's the irony Make multiply gods to confuse their belief Religion is business that's what they don't preach Hammered he was nailed Tore right through the veil Many souls were saved, but still endured hell In North Korea that gets you in jail Unless they disciples I don't talk to 12 All of my Kniggas is equal None of my Kniggas is under me Don't pay no mind to those folks They my Kniggas yeah they keep me company Free will (Leads to) Redbox, Giant's (Making headshots) Hero always get popped with that bloodshot Power rules thing fear is none stop Gold chains (Creates deadlocks) Hypocrites (Are false props) You better pick and chose cause this don't stops Your life is on the line hear them gunshots I am the sinner who strives to not become a hypocrite Like Many of us we're born with child like innocence I Practiced, I preach and I prayed And I prayed that I'd made myself brave to influence the world By being obedient and thank you audience Now you got a Knigga thinking that he's heaven sent Even though you made God irrelevant Pretty lies don't hurt when they're elegant Kniggas all up in they feelings feeling delicate The truth will always be delayed Speed up these lies Quickly we all disobey Eternity no one escapes Heaven or hell deep down yes I am afraid All of my kniggas is equal None of my Kniggas is under me Don't pay no mind to these people They my Kniggas yeah they keep me company