it doesn't matta
Singer:abk (anybody killa)
it doesn't matter what you say anymore
things you do don't amaze me
now i see you like you passed on
there's always something ten times better
don't mean to bust your bubble
some people try as hard as they can
to fit in a situation they don't understand
confused and fed up and don't know what else to do
until they get mad enough and come after you
take this time to figure out what i'm all about
or just chill and shut my mouth
god forgive me for this evil takin' over
but there's situations i won't understand until i'm older
live my life through these twists and turns
and it doesn't matter cause i'm always down to learn
it doesn't matter if my shotgun splatters your brain
it doesn't matter if i'm bustin' and i got that eighth
it doesn't matter if you murder me
to burn forever in flames
unplug yo' mind with words i say
didn't respond quick enough
and if there was it wouldn't matter
nothing matters where i'm from
center of the earth with the worms and scum
ya don't want none of this bitch
all that drama that you bring with your mouth as a weapon
ain't no one ever told you talkin' shit don't pay
the only thing that you get is the killa in your hallway
lookin' to revert everything that you said
turnin' your whole room red
i can see a lot clearer now
to try and keep my head straight
the more you think about me the sadder you're gonna get
but now it's done and over
so i guess it doesn't matter
it doesn't matter if my shotgun splatters your brain
it doesn't matter if i'm bustin' and i got that eighth
it doesn't matter if you murder me
to burn forever in flames
i know that they don't like and it don't matter none
somebody come and kill me
nothin' else seems to work
got me jabbin' this pen in my heart for every perk
i'm bleedin' on the track
you can hear me lose a lung if you listen to the playback
from the pigs where we lived
when we buckin' at the precinct and the judge from the jail
throwin' the hatchet up with abk and the fam
rockin' throwbacks psychopathic
it don't matter how i got here or where i come from
i still be standing in the aftermath of devastation
fuck everybody who don't wanna hear me
maybe it's what i say and portray is why they fear me
it doesn't matter if my shotgun splatters your brain
it doesn't matter if i'm bustin' and i got that eighth
it doesn't matter if you murder me
to burn forever in flames