[Intro: Shogun, Pharrell & (DJ Drama)]
Choose the sword, and you join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother...in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
So...come boy, choose life or death
Serious? You can't be serious
(I think so)
You n***as can't be serious (I think so)
(This is what they wanted)

[Verse 1]
Tough guy – not I, but this spot's shit, oh how'd I–
Finish with the spinach like the little n***a Popeye?
Scarf by Escada, boots by Prada
Hermes bag and rag and sex and yada yada
Liberace chains, hold my neck like an anchor
Love to my fans, you bought it, so I thank ya
If you're a hater then I'm glad that I ain't ya
Couldn't see the light like baby Jesus in a manger
We wanted this life, we salivated like wolves
Blow a hundred grand in L.V. leather goods
Lift up the doors, open trunk, open hood
Enzo horse power, crank it up and hear the hooves
My notebook was my Hustle & Flow stash
Young and Ludacris, my life had just Crash-ed
Oooh, had a chilly chilly past
Look at the Ice Cream symbol, that's why the n***a laugh
[Verse 2]
I'm all about angels, so I try to do that
But I only ended up with burning stubs on my back
So, with that said, Lil' Skateboard's back
On the corner, doubling down bricks to sell that track
I'm trying to drive that just Allah
All laid back in back of that laid back
You know I'm puffing on a Cuban cigar
In Brazil with Hype Williams watching the play back
This is living; got to watch out for the driven
They'll kidnap your Understanding and stab up your Wisdom
One hit of that boy-boy, them n***as is skitzing
Hog-tie the family and bloodbath the kitchen
This is a recipe to make n***as hate you
Face on Newsweek, the actress want to date you
ICECREAM boutique, the ICECREAM skate shoe
Twelve pages in the women's American Vogue
Chanel ceramic watches, just to–share with your hoes
Goyard trunks to travel–there with your clothes
The engine just hums ascender, airing to goes
Lisa's in the lavatory, she's puffing kush
Sara's in my lap with her head humming "Push"
Shrimp and French fries right before I land
You take the ketchup and tell me where I am
Green Lantern, it's your motherfucking man
Skateboard – yessir