Where Roads End - Intellectual

[Intro: Tommy Wright III & Shakewell]

MTM, hit 'em with the heat

Creepin', never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thang

[Verse 1: Ramirez]

I went from palm trees up in Cali' to palm trees up in Miami Beach

Playing with my TEC, decked out in gold and touchin' foreign keys

Dipped in designer, fuckin' the finest bitch a man has seen

Clippin' Cubanos, smokin' the fattest blunt of combo trees

Two-step, I'm on that neck, not letting up, bitch

Who's next? I want your plate, bitch, and your lunch

I got head chefs feeding me all the finest 'cause

Still pushin' inside the Mustang 'cause Rami' don't give a fuck

It's the west side Loco dippin' in the low pro

Came from nothing, I'm fuckin' up the game, keep it G though

Sippin' dirty forties and mix it up with the Clicquot

Dropping fifty bands like it's nothing inside casinos

Creepin', never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thang

I went from dreamin' and fantasizin' 'bout pretty things

To cashin' checks and changin' whips like it don't be no thing

My diamonds went from the ocean, give you the sweetest dreams

The showcase open up my mouth and you see that they go bling

It's okay, we don't play, 'cause we be huntin' for more

A new bae with no name, we left them down on the floor, it's on

Should've left the ape inside of the cage and kept it closed

I kick this shit like a holy scripture, my flow is cold

In the Caddy ridin', the river swangin' up on the fours

Diamonds always slick so promise me when I fucking go

Bury me with all of my diamonds and all my fucking gold

Throw me in the dirt and make sure that you let my name go

Creepin', never sleepin', duckin' and divin' as I do my thang