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ONE UP
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Hip-Hop/Rap
ONE UP was released on March 20, 2026 by Ethan Ross as a part of the album ONE UP - Single
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Release DateMarch 20, 2026
LabelEthan Ross
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ethan Ross
Ethan Ross
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Yampolsky
Ethan Yampolsky
Lyrics
Jack Dosik
Jack Dosik
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sensu
Sensu
Producer

Lyrics

Yuh
Can't let 'em get one up
My whole life they said I was a fuck up
Uh
We not besties, shut up
Black on rubber
For the rain and thunder
I stare out my window
I meditate to handle my mental
States
Cause life is not simple
Yeah I'm too up but I still have been low, mate
Something I did nothing I'm smooth
They say they hate me then they copy my moves
Tried to match aesthetic and the mood
Try 15 years in the field playing dues
Same blues but they green when they envy
I'm not new
I don't believe when they friendly
Move
Guess what, been a lot for me mently
Dodge one jet
Hit back with a 10 piece
Dang
How I maintain?
If I get bored, fuck it, I go on a plane
Slide in New York
Wrote a verse on the train
I'm turn that John to a song next day
Okey, like hey
Baby how you've been?
Know you into Kerr but to me you were ten
Aw man, tell me when
You ready for a sin
We know that it's wrong
But I'm better than him
I'm in
Baby let em hips talk
I don't need a pish posh
Go like (er) cause her henie got me pissed off
No mish mosh
Better show em big mosh
Merch in the tickets, bought
Fans pay what it cost
I was just talking shit for my shadow
He a rapper but he afraid of a battle
You go run to your momma, you gonna tattle
I'ma run to your momma, hit from the back hole
Looking at me up in my face
You cannot tell me I am not great
Used to be hot pockets now I see food on my plate
My shirt it say a human
But see this is not a race
I take a walk and take my time
My haters get outpaced
I'm grinding all the time and now I'm feeling out of place
My life has a purpose
But my ops don't relate
I released a hundred songs
All my rivals taking breaks
Copy the vibe, the beat selection
Tell me how my dick tastes
Can't let 'em get one up
My whole life they said I was a fuck up
Uh
We not besties, shut up
Black on rubber
For the rain and thunder
I stare out my window
I meditate to handle my mental
States
Cause life is not simple
Yeah I'm too up but I still been low
I already know my mind is a handful
Don't lie you don't move at this temple
She tried hit me up like what is handful?
Freak bitch want me burn her with candles
I could see what it bent
My clear Amiri cost more than your rent
Straight work when I cruise my ascent
Take mountaintop peaks or reviews from the pent
Written by: Ethan Yampolsky, Jack Dosik
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