(Intro)
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

(CHORUS)
He pulled out a gat, gat, gat, gat, gat
Arguing over a hat hat hat hat hat
My n***a you doing all that that that that that?

Just over a hat
I swear this not cap
Not even your hat

(Verse 1)
Oh snap
Back in the days
When n***as had played in a 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

(CHORUS)
Gat, gat, gat, gat, gat
Arguing over a hat hat hat hat hat
My n***a you doing all that that that that that?

Just over a hat
I swear this not cap
Not even your hat

(Verse 2)
Middle class youth
Looking for move
Think it was the last day of school
Linked up with Lino at two
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
N***as 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

(CHORUS)
Gat, gat, gat, gat
Arguing over a hat hat hat hat hat
My n***a you doing all that that that that that?

Just over a hat
I swear this not cap
Not even your hat
(REFRAIN)
We argue over nothing
(N***as 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…