I Aint Even Know
[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]

Late night blowing on these backwoods
I ain't even know I could get this high
Wardrobe lit because I stack good
I ain't even know I could get this fly

[Verse 1: iShaan the Rit God]

Blazing fat backwoods in the courtyard
Rolling three 5's, like a smart kid report card
My LG going crazy with these calls and texts
Today I made a couple bands and put em with the rest
I decided filthy rich is what I wanna be
I grabbed my Nike book bag and stuffed it with a G
Better talk dollars and comas if you gon call us
Assist the rocks, the jeweler gon Chris Paul us
Early 2000's Ray Allen, shoot with all Bucks
And let yo bro hold the chicken, that's what you call trust
Basketball coaches couldn't tеach me how to ball
I got a plan for the bands, gotta stack it tall
Call me thе teacher, I been grading paper all night
Told her to suck it and the groupie said alright
I'm sorry baby, got a baby and a couple babies
Stacking that chicken, me and her been going couple crazy

[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]

Late night blowing on these backwoods
I ain't even know I could get this high
Wardrobe lit because I stack good
I ain't even know I could get this fly

[Verse 2: Detroit L-O]

Reading the owners manual to a Cadillac Allante
She ain't got a Instagram, she hit my twitty like Conway
But I never trust a bitch
She ride your dick, under the pillow got a pistol with the extended clip
Sick of niggas thinking Benihanas is a victory meal
I can't do that then head back to the block like Shaquille
Just be foreal, That the life we aim to live is surreal
I come from Fenkell and Steel, where you gotta pack yo steel
But I make sure that I got some gold Bottega every meal
Rap game provides every single emotion you can feel
Through experience, I'm learning how to close out every deal
Just because you speak real words, now you feeling like you real
When you know that you not, we gon put you on the spot
Pop Prosecco, don't pop pills, they just sparking up the pot
For the money and the music, imma give it all I got
Cuz my four door Cadillac would look good if I chop the top
[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]

Late night blowing on these backwoods
I ain't even know I could get this high
Wardrobe lit because I stack good
I ain't even know I could get this fly

[Verse 3: Manny Maurizio]

Thoughts in my ashtray, i'm just smoking my trouble
Stayed calm through the storm, knowing shit can get lovely
Never trusted what I heard, but believe my beliefs
Wake up, set the blueprints to get bread in my sleep
Shit can change in a week, I just pray for the best
And the safety for my fam, that we see the progress
Stay ahead of what's next, incase they plot on a nigga
We got it popping on niggas, they heard we counting them figures
Going for the gold, boy that shit hardly a lyric
Words in that statement, I meant it
You feel the spark when you hear it
Feel that shit in yo heart when you near it
When they admire you and anticipate your appearance
So keep up, ain't tryna lose you
I inspire greatness, what do you do
But if you like me, then you living RAW
That mean you do your thing and watch em sit in awe
[Hook: iShaan the Rit God]

Late night blowing on these backwoods
I ain't even know I could get this high
Wardrobe lit because I stack good
I ain't even know I could get this fly