Yup it's tvk
Young kid play some VLA
Yo chick thick, she feed me trays
Peaches in the chat, that's PDA
I'm so cray, see me slay
Fake n*ggas all day if they in my way
Got three stacks like my name André
Competition can forget it cuz I'm in first place
But I ain't really keeping track, when I run this race
My cleats be diggin in the grass don't bother givin chase
I'm on a path you can not fathom in a foreign land
You be frozen like yo dinner gon and eat yo Hungry Man
Duality like light, particle and wave
Classical rap so nice, it's bound to be embraced
I'm just bein me, awkward yearbook face
Dr. Neil Tyson of music, call me outer space
Hunned on the dash
On the Interstate
Technicolor splash
Stoic inner state
Imma serve ya wowwwww
All up on your plate
Ooo I'm swervin now
Gotta keep it straight-cuz
You don't know how far I've come
I won't stop until I've won
Listen to my story now
A chance he took, chose to suffer for a dream
Proved to be much rougher and way tougher than it seemed
Teacher that he trusted, thought was on his team... told him
You unworthy kid you'll never make it on the scene
Luckily that kid didn't do much more than skid... cuz he
Knew an opinion, wasn't gonna define him
Many years went by without a word from the witch
He went to Juilliard, now ain't THAT a bitch?
Adolescent boy 12 years old
Hipster kiddo with the moon-high goals
It didn't phase him when the kids were pickin VLNs
He knew that one day VLA was gonna pay the dividends
Masters on a partial scholar-ship
Playin by the rules never got him shit
Juilliard was the pinnacle that left him more than cynical
Debt higher than the ceiling go; it's gonna take a miracle to
Pay the, pay the bills
That shit gimme chills
Evil at my back
That's Professor Quirrell
You all know the deal
That's no way to live
Sieve my spillin heart
Got no f*cks to give - cuz
You don't know how far I've come
I won't stop until I've won
You can laugh that's quiet al-right
Stay down there I'm taking flight