Ceremony - WHOKILLEDXIX Ceremonial Version

It's an illusion

All an illusion

(B-B-Boxcutters)

Trace, hollow points finna hammer

Bass through your ear make a dancer late

You can try what you can but replace

You can't stand where I stand

Shut it off

Block the sidewalks, we don't wanna talk

Break his jaw

Motherfuck the law, this a laser dot

You could rot

Say you're fresh, you're not

You boys suck a lot

Put a stop, I wanna take his top

Ratty like an opp

It's an illusion

It's all an illusion

Prep the surface, bound my limbs

Place the chair

Show me what's left

Matching watch with the squad

You can watch my drip from afar

Say he look tough, I been from the start

I'ma stick up to my money like darts

Check it out, I'm rolling my loud

My outfit get down, you drip or you drown

Okay, I'm fresh, fresh, fresh

Just for the fashion a bulletproof vest

Just when I stab him 'cause it was defense

He can't understand nothing, he too dense

I swear, that boy was depressed

I swear, that boy, he a mess

I swear my money on tip, and my bitch is so thick

That I had to put another seat in the whip

Fast, fast, fast, fast

I get the guap and roll up in the Benz

Cuts in the product to split with your friends

Clips in the chopper to cut some loose ends

I'm smoking on Smarties