Confidential It Really Doesn't Matter Lyrics < FREE ★ >

He contrasts his upbringing in the "school of hard knocks" against formal education ("streets, not books"), dismissing institutional benchmarks like the "dean's list" in favor of street survival and success.

I got dreams, every day wishin' for creamWishin' for teams, thug style, plottin' a schemeNow we high rollin' with TEC, and bombsRolex with icey, freezin' the armKnow who I am? Mafia, lockin' thatThe one who got the man on his knees coppin' the 5thDon't, take care, 'cause you can see the, we break hereLeave the one dead for all the cats who talkChop your body up, make the D's toss the chalkTrial me? Watch the jury say he walksI'm on some can't catch me, touch me, can't rush meSome call me, but you pigs can't flush me

It really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me (what you do?) Confidential It Really Doesn't Matter Lyrics

The lyrics heavily focus on the artist's tight-knit group, often referred to as "the click" or "mobsta" circle. Confidential emphasizes that he and his team are "more exclusive" and warns against stepping to them the wrong way.

It really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to me (what you say?) He contrasts his upbringing in the "school of

Come on, uh-huhConfidential, play hard, babyCome onUh, uh-huh

Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocksStreets, not booksA dean's list, 'cause he breed high crooksAnd, a dope verse, 'cause we spit hot hooksAnd, one false move, know what I'ma blast minesIt ain't a threat, said it for the last timePull your fam through some sad timesIn the streets, catch me with a, 9Suited up, power moves during half-timeIt's over, so consider it done, we markedGot beef? Then we get 'em aIf ya heavyweight, we get 'em in tonsAnd if you never took a L, consider it won, what? Watch the jury say he walksI'm on some

It's open season, all them C's, let's get it onWho want to come down and test Cajun?I'll slaughter all of ya if I want to, heard me patna?Y'all gon' learn how to respect your fatherI'm the street scholar, squeeze tight on myAnd take what I want, get caked in my spot, chiefI knock out teeth when it's drama, no doubtMight as well be summertime, the way the heat comes outAnd I'm quick to collapse, so y'all better watch how you act'Cause the the clip on my 38 will make my wrist snap backAnd I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone'Cause I'm ready, I'm so, so ready