Confidential It Really Doesn't Matter Lyrics -

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?)

The track is a standard example of late-90s/early-2000s rap-rock and hardcore hip-hop. It relies on established tropes of the era—luxury cars (6 drop-top), street drug imagery, and mafia-inspired motifs—to build a persona of a "street scholar" who is always ready for conflict. Confidential It Really Doesn't Matter Lyrics

Yo, when you see G's, see cash runI hurt you well, money squashed in the mark downIn the pure fidel, ain't no touchin' my cliqueStep to me wrong, I'm bustin' myG felon, separate the real from the storytellin'More exclusive than the powder that these-Play around, I'll numb you like the powder that they sellin'Patna, don't you know you, with a mobsta? (Come on, man)I don't give a, about you, I spit 'em at youIn a sick drop-top, sit about twoJust me and a half, rippin' the turnpikeBroad all over me, can't even turn rightThese rats and lease, how the, get an earn right?Supposed to be the king, this here's my birth right (come on)Small town, it's on now, let it be knownIf you ain't ready to play ball, better be gone It really don't matter to meIt really don't

It really don't matter to meIt 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 you do?) (Come on, man)I don't give a, about you,

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.