Artist: Lil' Keke Album: Money Don't Sleep Song: It Didn't Matter Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) You gotta do it yourself, yeah You gotta do it homie, do it yourself You gotta do it, yeah nigga do it yourself If you wanna get it did homie, do it yourself [Lil' Keke] Just cause we come up from the bottom, that didn't matter to me I'm just a hard headed nigga, I'm so blessed to be free You know the streets forever hungry, they can eat you alive My big homie did eight flat, then came home and died You got some niggaz here stuck in the past, can't last Steady creeping with his pistol and mask, he's finna crash Yeah my partna made parol today Fuck what we done he back home, and he came here to stay Dear Lord, does it matter I been thugging for life Do I deserve this picket fence, with the kids and wife I told myself the view look better from the top of the hill Plus I'm a hundred, still hustling out here getting it for real But watch your step and just be careful, life'll change on ya yeah If you slip it happen quick, and leave a stain on ya I maintain on em, cause quiet is kept It don't matter, we just love it to death [Chorus] When everything was looking bad on the corner, and it wasn't so good It didn't matter we kept repping the hood, it's understood If I lost all I had, and the hate didn't stop It don't matter, I still rep my block I told my homies when the laws had us running, steady ducking the heat It didn't matter, we just stuck to the street We use to ride and we'd grind all night, didn't get no bigger It didn't matter, I still love my nigga [Lil' Keke] I told my brother we can hustle, till the casket close From this rat infested gutter, till our sold out shows And I suppose on the real it didn't matter to me, that's how it be God bless em if they looking for free I'm just a G, oh yeah my trill nigga love my dog That's if it's twenty thousand square feet, or a hole in the wall I got your back it just don't matter, we was raised like that That's if they lock us up in white, or try to pay us in black Just look for Don Ke to stand up, and speak that trill Quit riding dick and get your chick, or she might get it for real It's 7-13, coming on the front of the bus We still together motherfucker, it didn't matter to us I got my mind right, then closed up the rest of the scene I told Dash we can get it, with a fresh new team I see the dream Jabar I got us bro, I'm bringing it home This for Poochie, Big Pokey and my kin folk Tone [Chorus] (*talking*) You gotta do it yourself, yeah You gotta do it homie, do it yourself You gotta do it, yeah nigga do it yourself If you wanna get it did homie, do it yourself