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We The Ones
Hip-Hop/Rap
We The Ones was released on January 10, 2026 by RICH GALORE EMPIRE as a part of the album We The Ones - Single
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Release DateJanuary 10, 2026
LabelRICH GALORE EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Richy
Lil Richy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Richy
Lil Richy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Richy
Lil Richy
Engineer

Lyrics

Hello, you have a pre-paid call for a call in the group
Great, thank you
And you need at
The Livingston County Jail, Hull, Michigan
Fuck the judge and the U.S. Marshals, yeah, they caught me slippin
They locked me up and I ain't had no bond, man, these **** trippin
They tried to pin a gun on me, told the ass, check your forensics
I told the ass I can't go out like that, bitch, I'm from the trenches
Freedom Boyz, you know me, ****, I was steppin' with the smackers
Don't believe the hype, these **** just be talkin, they be actin
Defense do a shakedown, hide the blicky in a mask
Man, these **** really cap, we caught a lot of **** laughin
Ask Vee, how I did him in that cell, that boy a bitch
Ask Rob, how my **** chosen, put you on your shit
Can't forget about Lil' C, that **** white, so left you drinkin
You seen how they did Lil' Buddy, ****, we don't do attempts
We the ones doin' all the killin' and all the pressin
We the ones smokin' dead ops, this shit deadly
And sinners ask the God, I'm still dancin' with the devil
All these homicides, hope my **** don't go feral, ****
We the ones doin' all the killin' and all the pressin
We the ones smokin' dead ops, this shit deadly
And sinners ask the God, I'm still dancin' with the devil
All these homicides, hope my **** don't go feral, ****
You know I like this bitch, cause she like to gamble, yeah
I ain't even hit that twat, this lil' bitch gave me head
But I'm scared, ghetto bitch, she look like sexy red
And I ain't know her name, I locked her number in, it's my lil' year
Man, this lil' bitch cold, but you know she do the most
I thought she was sellin' pussy, this bitch sellin' dope
She like, ****, I sell fetty, I don't fuck with coke
I'm nothin' like these average ass bitches and these groupie hoes
Got her lil' lil' lemon on, lil' baby ass was mountin' up
Fuck a money counter, yeah, she help me count it up
So much dog shit, just give me about a hour plus
A quarter in both hands, hit my dens like I'm Donald Trump
You know I feel like then, cause everything be air, boss
Know that piece be full of water, I'm like, yeah, boss
Creep up like I'm Jigsaw, lil' cutty knock his dreads off
Don't come around me thinkin' you gon' win, that's how your man's lost, ****
Thanks for watching
Written by: Lil Richy
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