[Intro] [bad word] on, uh-huh
 Confidential, play hard baby [bad word] on
 Uh, uh-huh

 It really don't matter to me
 It really don't matter to me [bad word] on)
 It really don't matter to me [bad word] on)
 It really don't matter to me (what to do?)

 It really don't matter to me
 It really don't matter to me (uh-huh)
 It really don't matter to me [bad word] on)
 It really don't matter to me (what to say?)

 Yo, in the city, see [bad word]  I heard jewel, money squashed in the mark down
 In the pure fidel, ain't no touchin' my click
 Step to me wrong, I'm bustin' my clip
 felon, seperate the real from the story tellin'
 More exclusive than the powder that these n*****
 Play around, I'll numb you like the powder that they sellin'
 Potna, don't you know you f****** with a mobsta?
 I don't give a f*** about you, I spit 'em in Q
 In a 6 drop-top, ?suited by Sue?
 Just me and a half rippin' the turn pike
 Broad all over me, can't even turn right
 These rats and lease out get an earn right
 Supposed to be the king, this here's my birth right
 Small town, it's on now, let it be known
 If you ain't ready to play ball, better be gone

 I got dreams, everyday wishin' for cream
 Wishin' for teams, thug style, plottin' a scheme
 Now we high, rollin' with Teck, packin' bombs
 Rolex with icey s***, freezin' the arm
 Know who I am?
 Mafia, rockin' that s***
 The one who got the man on his knees coppin' the 5th
 Don't f****** take care, cuz you can see the balls we break here
 Leave the one dead for all the cats who talk
 Chop your body up, make the D's toss the chalk
 Try me, watch the jury say we walk
 I'm on some can't catch me, touch me, [bad word] me
 Some call me n**** but you pigs can't flush me

 [1] - It really don't matter to me
 It really don't matter to me
 It really don't matter to me
 It really don't matter to me (what to do?)

 It really don't matter to me
 It really don't matter to me
 It really don't matter to me
 It really don't matter to me (what to say?)

 Yo
 Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocks
 Streets, not books
 F*** the dean's list, cuz he breed high crooks
 And f*** a dope verse, cuz we spit hot hooks
 And f*** you... one false move, know what I'ma blast mines
 It ain't a threat, said it for the last time
 Pull your fam through some sad times
 In the streets, catch me with a Glock 9
 Suited up, power moves, they ran, had time
 It's over, so consider it done, we marked
 Got beef, then we get 'em a gun
 If ya heavyweight n*****, we get 'em in tons
 And if you never took a L, consider it won, what

 It's open season, all them C's, let's get it on
 Who [bad word] down and test Cajun?
 I'll slaughter all of ya if I wanna, heard me potna?
 Y'all gon' learn how to respect your father
 I'm the street scholar, squeeze tight on my trigga
 And take what I want, get caked in my spot
 Chief, I knock out teeth when it's drama, no doubt
 Might as well be summertime, the way the [bad word] out
 I'm quick to collapse, so y'all better watch how you act
 Cuz the the clip on my 3-8 will make my wrist snap back
 And I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone
 Cuz I'm ready, I'm so so ready

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 Blackground, thugs world, 2G
 Never stop baby, what
 (What to say)
 Yeah, no doubt, what, what
 (What to do)
 (What to do)