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Not A Created Player.
Hip-Hop/Rap
Not A Created Player. was released on July 3, 2026 by GroundWorkBoyz LLC / 100Plussahz+ as a part of the album Plus The Process..
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Release DateJuly 3, 2026
LabelGroundWorkBoyz LLC / 100Plussahz+
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GroundWork Doe
GroundWork Doe
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenny Jolly
Kenny Jolly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1 OF THE PLUSSAHZ
Producer

Lyrics

They tryna build they character, so I donated some Robux
Nigel with the brick concrete on my shoulder
They could never say, they the ones invented P
Give the credit all to God, ruth printed the receipt
Rapping, I'm in the back just laughing
Like I'm at the improv you disappear
What happened? Used to put them on the same level as me
They lied when they say you like the company that you keep
All that wolfing on the net, cut the head off the sheep
Don't even call the paramedics
I'm just watching em bleed
Did anybody say lamb chops?
Stepping on these suckaz necks like Sasquatch
Oh, it ain't never fun when the Plussah got the gun
Never show my whole hand, I know a little something
I was giving them the benefit of the doubt
All that cosplaying real ****, cut em out
Look, these boys cosplayers, man, they billy bad
Since shazam trying to steal my thunder but lack the passion
Wear all these tracks like old weavers in fashion
Marker came, my black skin all remains as absent
The whole world collapsing, systems is crashing
Chaos, a basket, treat beats like rashes
The game's sick, they itch got them rashing
Good soul, my heel, but the field might be past it
It's broken down to fragments and how it began
The plan was better pastures, who ready for the rapture
Idle hands giving masters, Leopold got a handcuffs for the stretch in my arms
So I can touch the masters before the time passes
I seek my truth, speak my deuce
It ain't sweet for the heat let loose
As I reach for this pen, let each piece show proof
He's invading the lines, then a shot called poof
They wanna test out my violence, then call out truce
Product of my environment, I will not lose, cannot lose
Black out these blues, pack out these rooms in tunes
Till I reach my tomb, watch me bloom through the storm
As I rain through these pawns, feel the glow
This photosynthesis in audio form
Grand Legion, the skill was tempered since I was born
Ain't even my final form, life's a bitch and she's scorned
I pop her till I'm adorned
**** turn Picasso, guns and conclusions drawn
Then paint the town red with hot lead and fawns
Ice on they neck, green card from Rolex
Citizens are the flex, Miami's where they born
Under the hex of checks and sex, they had to mourn
I'm gone Bitch
Written by: Kenny Jolly
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