Chap 21.2
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    • Lyrics [Confidential-It really don't matter/ lyrics].
    • Come on, uh-huh
      Confidential, play hard baby
      Come on
      Uh, uh-huh

      It really don't matter to me
      It really don't matter to me (come on)
      It really don't matter to me (uh, come 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 (come on)
      It really don't matter to me [what to say?]

      Yo, in the city, see catch run
      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
      G 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, can't rush 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 wanna come 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 heat comes 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

      Repeat 1
      Repeat 1

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

its song called it really don't matter with lyrics [Intro] Come on, uh-huh Confidential, play hard baby Come on Uh, uh-huh It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me (come on) It really don't matter to me (uh, come 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 (come on) It really don't matter to me (what to say?) Yo, in the city, see catch run 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 G 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, can't rush 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 wanna come 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 heat comes 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 [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Blackground, thugs world, 2G Never stop baby, what (What to say) Yeah, no doubt, what, what (What to do) (What to do)

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