GAT - Kway

Check, check, check, check

Got that soul, that’s how you feel?

Takes me back man, (that's how you feel), summer 03'

You know I like that soul

Just some kids in the streets, looking for fun in all the wrong places though

He pulled out a gat, gat, gat, gat, gat

Arguing over a hat hat hat hat hat

My nigga you doing all that that that that that?

Just over a hat

I swear this not cap

Not even your hat

Ohhhh snap

Back in the days

When niggas had played in game that was dangerous

Acting like we majors, Eli at the cages

At bat with the aces

Something contagious

Bout the need, to compete

To deceive that you really bout this life

Boy proceed with some caution

That flossing

Will make ya Sock red like it’s Boston

Often, these streets keep heat

Indeed they

Ablaze like it’s Portland, scorching

How many saw courts and did time

Dame, Riddle me this

Black people no monolith

Still I felt pressured to live

Life like I wasn’t in bliss

Denying my privilege

Was killing my spirit

This flexing

I call it the slit of the wrist

Gat, gat, gat, gat, gat

Arguing over a hat hat hat hat hat

My nigga you doing all that that that that that?

Just over a hat

I swear this not cap

Not even your hat

Middle class youth

Looking for move

Think It was the last day of school

Linked up with lino at 2

Kweku and Evans, the crew

Hit party for something to do

They asked us for music

We head back to crib to start burning acoustics

We Hoping these tunes get em loose and

Show them the work like a loose leaf

We was just students, learning the game

But the lane that we moved to

Maneuver conducive

To violence that’s over minutia

Niggas with something to prove who

Saw punkin as a way to make come up

So tensions erupting

He came up to Lino was frontin

Like fitted was stolen

We showed him receipt

Then he pulled out the gat

Gat, gat, gat, gat

Arguing over a hat hat hat hat hat

My nigga you doing all that that that that that?

Just over a hat

I swear this not cap

Not even your hat

We argue over nothing

(Niggas pulling like they hamstrings)

We argue over nothing

(You don’t gotta prove not one thing)

We argue over nothing

(I'd rather spread that love king)

In hopes that we prove something

(Pride is so destructing)

(Outro)

True story these dudes came up to Lino at the party like

Yo that’s my hat, y’all stole it

Mind you Lino’s got a slick mouth and he’s been waitin for something like this

to happen

My guy goes into his wallet

Pulls out his receipt like

Nah, this my hat

Yeah they ain’t like that

So we left the party for a little bit, to go burn some cds

And on our way back, they pulled that thang out

Til this day, we don’t know if it was a BB gun, a paint ball or a gat for real

But we was ducking and running like we were in bad boys or something

It’s crazy cause my momma told me she had a dream…