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We Ball
Hip-Hop/Rap
We Ball was released on April 17, 2026 by Rap Sheet as a part of the album NBAN (OVERTIME) - EP
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Release DateApril 17, 2026
LabelRap Sheet
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mero
Mero
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Romero Rhodes
Romero Rhodes
Songwriter
Sweet Baby Chopz
Sweet Baby Chopz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris
Kris
Engineer

Lyrics

I've tried uplifting my **** and showing them better
I've tried sorting the pieces just to put them together
I've tried moving with reason and filling my schedule
Swear to God that these beats are like chapel confessionals
Holding off on therapy why pay a professional
When I hit the booth address it all
I was lost staring off into spaces
This pen and page where the fuck I get it off
I've been sinning since the doc cut the umbilical
Not supposed to be here but God works miracles
Went from money on the floor
To these hoes that pick and choose
To money on these flows
What I spit on a interlude
Is enough to leave you fuck **** in critical condition
Look at my condition
Money ain't a thing in the grand scheme of things
What the fuck is dying rich
Yeah it really ain't a thing
Yeah I shine like a pennant huh
I was down I live it up
Don't compare or mix me up
With none of these pretentious fucks
They copy just to be us
They hanging on our messages
It's definite it's showtime
It's effortless
Till there's nothing left to give
Me and this rap shit coincide
We side by side like Genesis and Exodus
It's up **** it's up ****
Yeah what's up **** what's up ****
Yeah y'all know
It's up **** it's up ****
It's up ****
We ball
We ball
We ball
Yeah
We ball
Never said I had the answers
I ain't trying to preach to ****
I'm just spending money on some dancers
This nothing but a **** shit
Is spreading like a cancer
Would probably get my ass whooped
If my mama knew I'm living like a hazard
Snorting lines in the bathroom
To run from internal thoughts
And suicide like basketball practice
I just convey my trauma through verses that I master
One man could change the world
But shit I'm too distracted
Friends and my family tell me do better
But I meet em in the middle with some laughter
I'm stuck in my ways
There are days that I'm tripping
Without a flight or a pamphlet
Can't imagine not being honest and capping
Or saying I'm a big shot who's peeling caps backwards
Or lying about my bank account and telling you I'm active
My disposition got me using dividends
For worth and attraction
And this is not for a fucking caption
Cuz if I don't do nothing I'm a ball
I'm counting all day like a clock on the wall
So go and get your money lil duffel bag boy
And I'ma spend it all cuz she popping ass for it (Ya Dummy)
And I ain't never ran from a ****
So I damn sure ain't bout to pick the day to start running (Ya Dummy)
And I ain't never ran from a ****
Tell that pussy **** calling my phone to quit bluffing
The money ain't waiting on you
The hoes ain't waiting on you
So you gotta get the paper dude
Everything that you made it through
Back against the ropes
Here's a two-piece like a bathing suit
Watch who you approach
This level I take it to
Is unobtainable
Confidence they can't remove
Think you as fly as me
But I ain't as plain as you
They understand my art
Guess I'm not as vague as you
I get my point across
I don't run same plays as you
I'm here to tell you how it is without conspiracies
Are you mad they feeling me
And my ability
Didn't come so easily
Shit I had to bend a knee
And vow my dedication
And all my loyalty
So why the hell would he
Give a fuck what a **** think
I just broke every link
That's chain to me
And my brain cell
Now I think differently
Gotta fuck the paper up
And kill my enemies
Because if I don't do nothing
I'm a ball
I'm counting all day
Like a clock on the wall
So go and get your money
Lil Duffel bag boy
And I'ma spend it all
Cuz she poppin' ass for it (Ya Dummy
And I ain't never ran from a ****
So I damn sure ain't bout to pick a day to start running (Ya Dummy)
And I ain't never ran from a ****
Tell that pussy ****
Callin' my phone to quit bluffing
Money hoes
Money hoes
Fuck that shit
Cleanse your soul
Cleanse your soul
Yeah yeah
Money hoes
Money hoes
Fuck that shit
I said cleanse your soul
Cleanse your soul
Yeah yeah
Written by: Romero Rhodes, Sweet Baby Chopz
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