Favourite Rapper / Hundred Million Religion

Sean Leon is...

He's probably one of the stronger

Artists out of Toronto right now

Bijan bout it, bout it, boy!

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 **** 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 ****, I be flexin' on him; Arnold Schwarzenegger

Flow slice like a sharp knife or a blade fight, I got swords for ****

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 ****, no

I mean, **** know they get that figure for it if they feeling froggy, said that shit before

Yeah, count it up

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

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 ****

You ride my wave, I want percentage

I'm on a money-making mission

I'm sharing tings with all my ****

And that's my ting but you can hit it when a **** 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, ****, shut up

Bitch ****, shut up

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

Bijan bout it, bout it, boy!