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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lecrae
Lecrae
Vocals
Aha Gazelle
Aha Gazelle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lecrae
Lecrae
Songwriter
Cameron Wallace
Cameron Wallace
Songwriter
Kevin Andre Price
Kevin Andre Price
Songwriter
William G. Fields, Jr.
William G. Fields, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Engineer
Jacob Morris
Jacob Morris
Mixing Engineer
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer
Zach Paradis
Zach Paradis
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin' like Hakeem
Bustin' moves, had to hit 'em with the screens
Jump away (Move away)
That's extreme (Oh-ah)
See us mobbin', 116 (Oh-ah)
Ain't no way I'll ever let you in between
'Cause whatchu say ain't whatchu mean ain't whatchu mean
[Verse 2]
I was always Pippen with the flow
I support the greatest, give and go
Tried to hit me with the bad vibes, let 'em know
Shake that dust up off my feet before they hit the floor
Focus on the ones I love, yeah, them my folks
People love to talk the talk, but they don't really know
Catch me outside on the field, that's the goal
Goin' for conversion, extra points on the low
[Verse 3]
All I know is come up when it's to the summer
Work on top of work, you know we did a ton of
Movin' lowkey like we diggin' tunnels
Haters, I don't see you on my Stevie Wonder
Guess it's safe to say I stay in my lane
Always on time, never hesitate
Watch the execution, I'ma demonstrate
Tryna hit me with your regulations
[Verse 4]
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream (On your dream)
On my Fresh Prince, got me feelin' like Hakeem (Like Akeem)
Or maybe Will Smith, all black like M.I.B. (M.I.B.)
You can hear me (You can hear me)
Down the street (Down the street)
It ain't real if I don't feel it in my spleen (In your spleen)
Ain't no way I'll ever let you in between (Hold on)
'Cause whatchu say ain't whatchu
Cool (Go ahead!)
[Verse 5]
Uh, here we go
She wanna know how to pronounce my name, I'm like, "It's Aha"
I'm picture perfect, I don't need no Canon like Mariah
I'm makin' movies, I direct like I control the choir
I got it groovy, then they kick me out the church like "Hiya"
A rub-a-dub, you ain't the cleanest in the club, I'm flyer
Your baby momma told me that you not a good supplier
So I'm a father figure to Malik and Anania
I'm not the daddy, oh no, no the Devil is a liar
It's goin' down, but I can guarantee you, baby, we up
At first I couldn't see, now everybody wanna be us
I'm sad I'm not the one, don't make me have to play Vegeta
I got a stripper friend who told me she believe in Jesus
Hold on Aha
[Verse 6]
I ain't come here to prove nothin'
I been woke before it was cool and before y'all hit the snooze button
The flow's hot, but I'm ice cold like I'm on the remake of Cool Runnings
The same things that y'all dream about
Are the same things that I do in public
No discussion
[Verse 7]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin' like Hakeem
Bustin' moves, had to hit 'em with the screens
Jump away (Move away)
That's extreme (Oh-ah)
See us mobbin', 116 (Oh-ah)
Ain't no way I'll ever let you in between
'Cause whatchu say ain't whatchu mean ain't whatchu mean
[Verse 8]
2011, put the hammer on 'em
Church Clothes had Don Cannon on me, had No Malice on it
If they say I'm in Illuminati, keep an eye on 'em
Years later, doin' shows now
You can catch me on the road now
Took a couple Grammys home now
No one ever put me on now
I ain't braggin', I ain't flexin' in my song
I'm just tryna talk that real and tryna put my people on
Wanna see me fall, wanna see me gone, know they wrong
Whatchu think I'm on? Whatchu mean? Whatchu really want? (Huh?)
[Verse 9]
We been out here workin' summer after summer (We workin')
Session after session, boy, we did a ton of (Did a ton of)
Movin' lowkey like we diggin' tunnels (Diggin' tunnels)
And haters, I don't see you on my Stevie Wonder (I don't see you, man)
Got your own race, you stay in your lane (Woo)
You don't execute, you just hesitate (Yeah)
Watchin' how I play, you gon' miss your game (Miss your game)
You too busy tryna regulate (Yeah, yeah, woo)
[Verse 10]
Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
All these rings got me feelin' like Hakeem
Bustin' moves, had to hit 'em with the screens
Jump away (Move away)
That's extreme (Oh-ah)
See us mobbin', 116 (Oh-ah)
Ain't no way I'll ever let you in between
'Cause whatchu say ain't whatchu mean ain't whatchu mean
Written by: Cameron Wallace, Kevin Andre Price, Lecrae Moore, William Fields, William G. Fields, Jr.
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