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VOID
Hip-Hop/Rap
VOID was released on December 6, 2025 by TSE4VR as a part of the album VOILÀ
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AlbumVOILÀ
Release DateDecember 6, 2025
LabelTSE4VR
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kiii
Kiii
Harmony Vocals
Mélanje
Mélanje
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice Wheatley
Maurice Wheatley
Songwriter
Bennie Duckworth
Bennie Duckworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TSE4VR
TSE4VR
Producer
wtf bennie
wtf bennie
Producer
Sound Off
Sound Off
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Muhfuckas hatin on the color of my skin
Some of y'all ain't even standin on 10
At the very least you could say it wit your chest
Always runnin mouth ho I'm bout to lock in
The industry doin big numbers
While most of y'all rappers strugglin
Tryna play the kid like I was hatin
While I'm just lookin for the truth how they make it
Got a couple shares out these labels
Couple assets left then I'm stable
Spotify payin by the penny ho nah
I don't want no rats at my table
Sell your people out quick shit is painful
Sellin out your kind but I'm thankful
If it wasn't for you snakes I'd be hateful
Even if I could wouldn't save you
Beef is when they tryna change history
Beef is when the odds all against me
Beef is when the media convince me
Beef is when the whole system envy
I ain't ever fucked with your policies
Tryna tell us we woke ironically
Akademiks stressed no autonomy
Write my own hieroglyphs ain't no stoppin me
Blunt it
All my opps are different
They want smoke I roll em trippin
Hundreds millions thousands digits
Skin is Black they mad I'm winnin
I might go Kanye and sell me some linen
I might go Kanye don't turn on this menace
Might just go ape boy I beat on your business
Might double back up in Florida trippin
Muhfuck a threat
Marchin for what is you gon cut the check
Talkin for what talk yourself outta debt
Talk to the block if since you like all them texts
You might think Elon the one but he stressed
Imagine your kid as your opp and you pressed
I could move with a hundred that's pressure
I could do more my Creator a stepper
My IQ one thirty
Thought I was your lesser
That test was some racist shit I'm no professor
Far from a victim my pen your oppressor
**** in Paris
I slide like a Tesla ahh
Shawty ride wit me can't trust her
Without a Black woman I ain't nothin
Tryna keep it rap keep it culture
Even without a strap they ain't touchin
Ain't no interviews fuck a statement
Why set the record straight this a made man
Why lie to your face better change it
Fore I let hyenas go and rearrange it
Fore I put a hundred thou in the basement
Rather Bitcoin I don't trust bankin
Don't know what the fuck **** thinkin
Throwin cash on the Gram yeah that's basic
Blunt it
All my opps are different
They want smoke I roll em trippin
Hundreds millions thousands digits
Skin is Black they mad I'm winnin
I might go Kanye and sell me some linen
I might go Kanye don't turn on this menace
Might just go ape boy I beat on your business
Might double back up in Florida trippin
Who's world is this
It's mine
It's mine
It's mine
Do you hear it laugh
If I had the world in my hand
What would be my plan
If I had the world in my hand
You think you can control it all
Oh yea
Humble me now don't wait for me to fall thru this bottomless land
No matter how weak I feel no it ain't a reflection of who I am
No more time for reflection then or
Questionin who I am
The deepa I go down a rabbit hole learn mo about who I am
Voila
Written by: Bennie Duckworth, Maurice Wheatley
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