Lyrics Toast! - Young Pro

They tried to stunt me out my confidence
But i got too much common sense
Can't let you feel no dominance
My future looking promising
Scanning through the documents
My raps are all so prominent
Not worried bout the consequence
Know i could go profitless
So I'm staying focused
I gotta keep my head straight
Stop living in the past, it's time to Cut the dead weight
Now there is no more red tape
I'm Calm just like a sensei
Even with a misplay
No stressing over dis way
I'm cruising moving forward
The weather gettin warmer
The Grass is getting greener
Gotta change up my demeanor
Get my clothes up out the cleaners
Time to get to fresh, ball on these Hoes, shootin like Steph
Bad bitch named Ayesha, say that She in college
Say she gettin Knowledge, she wanna be a stylist
I love it she got goals, but she always With the hoes
Always in the club, Ain't thinking bout no clothes

If you gotta dream man you gotta go chase it
Why you waitin, some body else will take it
Never get complacent, always room For growth
You can always do more You could never do the most
If you gotta dream man you gotta go chase it
Why you waitin, some body else will take it
Never get complacent, always room For growth
You can always do more You could never do the most

TOAST
And Cheers to the evening
I found this beat then i sprinkled Some seasoning
You got good O well i got a good Defense
I'll set you up with a good ass Pretense
Damn
They say that I'm so shady
Mackin on yo lady, why she tryna Have my baby
Baby is you crazy? I could never let You play me
Yeah i dog hoes fuck Around and catch some rabies
I know it's wrong, and I'm tryna do better
So i wrote this song, expressing thoughts through a letter
I had a dream Martin Luther, Coretta
I need that Mac n cheese, heavy Cream and some cheddar
Touch one of mine, you know that V for Vendetta
Blood on my mind, going out with Berettas
Bet up, can't get caught in a set up, Get up, stand on my feet, get my Bread up