Hundred Million Religion

Lyrics

[Produced by Bijan Amir] [Intro: Jazz Cartier] Sean Leon is... He's probably one of the stronger Artists out of Toronto right now Bijan bout it, bout it, boy! [Verse 1] Maui Slim your biggest inspiration, why you actin' like I ain't your favorite rapper? You the type to see me out in public, give me daps and love and then be hatin' after I'ma fuck you like your label fucks you, you a little nigga tellin' tall tales Parkdale with the cartel, we bout to break 'em bricks down if the art fails 2 two's, you got basic bars, you ain't up to par, you a party planner Black Sheep, we don't entertain 'em, we put 'em in a grave and throw a party after I'ma put the pressure on this nigga, I be flexin' on him; Arnold Schwarzenegger Flow slice like a sharp knife or a blade fight, I got swords for niggas Vibes provided by the Backwoods, smoking back to back out by the back door Got some hammers planted in a passport in case I have to dash Fresh Prince, I was never Jazz Nah, never that nigga, no I mean, niggas know they get that figure for it if they feeling froggy, said that shit before Yeah, count it up [Hook] I asked the pastor if it's sinnin' If this paper that I'm throwing is goin' straight to her tuition (To her tuition) Yeah, if I put that ting in Christian's Do that make that ting a Christian? Give a fuck about your feelings (About your feelings) Yeah, I'm goin' broke, my dawg in prison He got hit with that conviction Put the fam' in that position (In that position) Damn, I'm so stressed I need religion Like I need a hundred million Smokin' dope for my condition, yeah [Verse 2] I'm goin' broke, my dawg in prison I'm so stressed, I'm smoking weed for my condition Yeah, flexin' on with no permission Come to tings, I multiply then long division I ain't finished with you niggas You ride my wave, I want percentage I'm on a money-making mission I'm sharing tings with all my niggas And that's my ting but you can hit it when a nigga finished though Yeah, I been past the come-up It's just that I'm some shit to discover Hate the feeling you feel when you see me Fuck your feelings, I'm fillin' my cup up 1.5 for a deal, what a feeling Any less than a mill' is a fuck up With your girl and she always complainin' Drop a stack on your bitch, nigga, shut up Bitch nigga, shut up [Hook] I asked the pastor if it's sinnin' If this paper that I'm throwing is goin' straight to her tuition (To her tuition) Yeah, if I put that ting in Christian's Do that make that ting a Christian? Give a fuck about your feelings (Bijan bout it, bout it, boy!) Yeah, I'm goin' broke, my dawg in prison He got hit with that conviction Put the fam' in that position (In that position) Damn, I'm so stressed I need religion Like I need a hundred million Smoking dope for my condition, yeah [Outro] Bijan bout it, bout it, boy!