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Ten Rows Up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ten Rows Up was released on August 1, 2026 by Luh Records as a part of the album 2Sides
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Album2Sides
Release DateAugust 1, 2026
LabelLuh Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Monk
Luh Monk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Lewis
Evan Lewis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evan Lewis
Evan Lewis
Producer

Lyrics

I don't need this shit
Wake up every morning, put my feet in rick
Sparking every morning, lighter every bic
Place money on buildings, every risk
I just wish this time I have move slow
Every day, every year, growing old
But I'm rich, I'm rich, you hoe
Bet your mans couldn't give you a show
'Cause you know it's the money that I love
Make my profits private, no one needs to know
Wash 'em dirty, but I don't need no glove
Watch it pile in, we need to plow like snow
Growing, Covenant the shadows, we own
Got them hounds, they chained up but they bite your bone
When you face it, it all leads to Rome
Might just flip, my style Post Malone
Dress my style, you can't fit this chrome
All new denim, this run you up a loan
All new bracket, I'm on different zone
Don't reach my phone, know I'm better off alone
It's a fishbowl I'm living in
Circle never leave, spin again
Never end, too many bottles, it's way past ten
You know me now, but you didn't know me then
Get so high, living in pretend
Hallucinations, drive my own funeral event
First row, up in it, I attend
Ten raws up, only way I disconnect
My brain like backrooms, too hard to comprehend
Everything I worry 'bout stuck in my head
Everything on repeat and everything said
Move like virus, too fast to stop the spread
Impaired, I'm weak, geek wont end
Only sleep when I'm done, just give me paper and pen
That's like home, it's like chicken with its hen
Sunny Philadelphia, I'm tweaking like I'm Glenn
I don't need this shit
Wake up every morning, put my feet in rick
Sparking every morning, lighter every bic
Placing money on buildings, every risk
I just wish this time I have move slow
Every day, every year, growing old
But I'm rich, I'm rich, you hoe
Bet your mans couldn't give you a show
You too new to this
Got your girl and she nude in this
She down wylin', wanna take some pics
I gamble up, why not throw in them chips
This life too hot for you, its rated X
We love that money, drugs, power some sex
Do it with your girl and your ex
Stack 'em up like I'm stacking this deck
We got money, we got paper, we got checks
Bought some pretty little diamonds for my neck
Army on ready cause I'm strict I'm direct
Pop some make me drop some, I love the affects
Growing, Covenant the shadows, we own
Got them hounds, they chained up but they bite your bone
When you face it, it all leads to Rome
Might just flip, my style Post Malone
Dress my style, you can't fit this chrome
All new denim, this run you up a loan
All new bracket, I'm on different zone
Don't reach my phone, know I'm better off alone
Written by: Evan Lewis
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