And haters, I don’t see you, on my Stevie Wonder (I don’t see you, man)
Always on time, never hesitate
(Whatchu mean?) Whatchu mean? Now, whatchu mean?
It’s goin’ down, but I can guarantee you, baby, we up
I was always Pippen with the flow
Shake that dust up off my feet before they hit the floor
Cool (go ahead)

I ain’t come her to prove nothin’
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
Whatchu think I’m on? Whatchu mean? Whatchu really want? (Huh?)
No one ever put me on now
[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
I’m picture perfect, I don’t need no Canon like Mariah
Hold on Aha
I’m not the daddy, oh no, no the Devil is liar
Now, whatchu mean? (whatchu mean?) Whatchu mean?
Church Clothes had Don Cannon on me, had No Malice on it
We been out here workin’ summer after summer (we workin’)
Got you on read, you stay in yo’ lane (woo!)
So I’m a father figure to Malik and Anania
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
She wanna know how to pronounce my name, I’m like, "It’s Aha"
The flow’s hot, but I’m ice-cold like I’m on the remake of Cool Runnings

See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
Session after session, boy, we did a ton of (did a ton of)
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
I could never slack up, back up on my dream
At first I couldn’t see, now everybody wanna be us
Goin’ for conversion, extra points on the low
You too busy tryna regulate (yeah, yeah, woo!)
All I know is come up when it’s to the summer

Tryna hit me with your regulations
Tried to hit me with the bad vibes, let ’em know
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu—
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
On my Fresh Prince, got me feelin’ like Akeem (like Akeem?)
It ain’t real if I don’t feel it in my spleen (in your spleen?)
You don’t execute, you just hesitate (yeah!)
I’m just tryna talk that real and tryna put my people on
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
A rub-a-dub, you ain’t the cleanest in the club, I’m flier
Years later, doin’ shows now
Haters, I don’t see you, on my Stevie Wonder
People love to talk the talk, but they don’t really know
I got a stripper friend who told me she believe in Jesus
I’m sad I’m not the one, don’t make me have to play Vegeta

(M.I.B.?) Or maybe Will Smith, all black like M.I.B.
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Focus on the ones I love, yeah, them my folks
Guess it’s safe to say I stay in my lane
I been woke before it was cool and before y’all hit the snooze button
I could never slack up, back up on my dream (on your dream?)
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
[Verse 2: Aha Gazelle]
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between
Wanna see me fall, wanna see me gone, know they wrong
Jump away (move away), that’s extreme (oh)
I got it groovy, then they kick me out the church like "Hiya"
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean
[Pre-Hook 2: Lecrae]
I could never slack up, back up on my dream

[Pre-Chorus 1: Lecrae]
Movin’ lowkey like we diggin’ tunnels
[Chorus 2: Aha Gazelle & Lecrae]
Watchin’ how I play, you gon’ miss yo’ game (miss yo’ game)

Yo’ baby momma told me that you not a good supplier
‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean
Whatcu mean? Whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?)
Bustin’ moves, had to hit ’em with the screens
Work on top of work, you know we did a ton of
Movin’ lowkey like we diggin’ tunnels (diggin’ tunnels)
I support the greatest, give and go

‘Cause whatchu sayin’ whatchu mean ain’t whatchu mean
You can catch me on the road now
Catch me outside on the field, that’s the goal
2011, put the hammer on ’em

All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
Watch the execution, I’ma demonstrate
[Verse 3: Lecrae]
You can hear me (you can hear me?) down the street (down the street?)
See us mobbin’, 116 (oh)
All these rings got me feelin’ like Hakeem
[Chorus 1: Lecrae]

Whatchu mean? (Whatchu mean?) Now, whatchu mean?
If they say I’m in Illuminati, keep an eye on ’em
[Chorus 1: Lecrae]
The same things that y’all dream about are the same things that I do in public, no discussion
I’m makin’ movies, I direct, like I control the choir
Took a couple Grammys home now
Ain’t no way I’ll ever let you in between (hold on)
I ain’t braggin’, I ain’t flexin’ in my song
Uh, here we go