Lecrae – Whatchu Mean (feat. Aha Gazelle)

Shake that dust up off my feet before they hit the floor
Years later, doin’ shows now
I got it groovy, then they kick me out the church like "Hiya"
Movin’ lowkey like we diggin’ tunnels
Movin’ lowkey like we diggin’ tunnels (diggin’ tunnels)
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
I’m just tryna talk that real and tryna put my people on
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
Church Clothes had Don Cannon on me, had No Malice on it
Haters, I don’t see you, on my Stevie Wonder

I’m sad I’m not the one, don’t make me have to play Vegeta
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between

You can hear me (you can hear me?) down the street (down the street?)
The same things that y’all dream about are the same things that I do in public, no discussion
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
I support the greatest, give and go
[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
2011, put the hammer on ’em
I was always Pippen with the flow

Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Watch the execution, I’ma demonstrate
Guess it’s safe to say I stay in my lane
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
Focus on the ones I love, yeah, them my folks
Catch me outside on the field, that’s the goal
I’m not the daddy, oh no, no the Devil is liar
Cool (go ahead)
Whatchu really want? Whatchu mean? (Huh?) Whatchu think I’m on?
Now, whatchu mean? Whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (whatchu mean?)

Tried to hit me with the bad vibes, let ’em know
[Pre-Hook 2: Lecrae]
You don’t execute, you just hesitate (yeah!)
Wanna see me fall, wanna see me gone, know they wrong

I ain’t braggin’, I ain’t flexin’ in my song
Got you on read, you stay in yo’ lane (woo!)
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
Always on time, never hesitate
Goin’ for conversion, extra points on the low
No one ever put me on now
Now, whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?) Whatchu mean?
I been woke before it was cool and before y’all hit the snooze button
[Verse 2: Aha Gazelle]
Took a couple Grammys home now
We been out here workin’ summer after summer (we workin’)
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
Session after session, boy, we did a ton of (did a ton of)
A rub-a-dub, you ain’t the cleanest in the club, I’m flier
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
[Pre-Chorus 1: Lecrae]
At first I couldn’t see, now everybody wanna be us

I got a stripper friend who told me she believe in Jesus

[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
Watchin’ how I play, you gon’ miss yo’ game (miss yo’ game)
So I’m a father figure to Malik and Anania
It ain’t real if I don’t feel it in my spleen (in your spleen?)
Hold on Aha
Tryna hit me with your regulations
She wanna know how to pronounce my name, I’m like, "It’s Aha"
It’s goin’ down, but I can guarantee you, baby, we up
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between

Whatcu mean? (Whatchu mean?) Whatchu mean?
Or maybe Will Smith, all black like M.I.B. (M.I.B.?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream

If they say I’m in Illuminati, keep an eye on ’em
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between (hold on)
[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
People love to talk the talk, but they don’t really know
Uh, here we go
Work on top of work, you know we did a ton of
[Verse 3: Lecrae]
I’m picture perfect, I don’t need no Canon like Mariah
I ain’t come her to prove nothin’
Yo’ baby momma told me that you not a good supplier
You too busy tryna regulate (yeah, yeah, woo!)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream (on your dream?)
I’m makin’ movies, I direct, like I control the choir
You can catch me on the road now
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu—
All I know is come up when it’s to the summer
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
And haters, I don’t see you, on my Stevie Wonder (I don’t see you, man)
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean
On my Fresh Prince, got me feelin’ like Akeem (like Akeem?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
[Chorus 2: Aha Gazelle & Lecrae]
The flow’s hot, but I’m ice-cold like I’m on the remake of Cool Runnings
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem