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

Blackground, thug's world, 2GIt ain't gpn' stop baby, what(What you say)Yeah, no doubt, what, what(What you do) (What you do

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.

Source: LyricFind Songwriters: E. Ruiz / Franchesco Ferraro / J.e. Figueroa / Jeffery Walker / M. Ii Izzo / Ri Jr ScalareIt Really Don't Matter lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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