Bijan Amir - Favorite Rapper / 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 (You say I ain't bout it, bout it, boy!) [Verse 1] Maui Slim your biggest inspiration, why you acting like I ain't your favorite rapper? You the type to see me out in public, give me daps and love and then be hating after I'mma f** you like your label f**s you, you a little n***a telling 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'mma put the pressure on this n***a, I be flexing on him, Arnold Schwarzenegger Flow slice like a sharp knife or a blade fight, I got swords for n***as Vibes provided by the Backwoods, smoking back to back out by the back door Got some hammers planted in a pa**port in case I have to dash Fresh prince, I was never Jazz Nah, never that n***a, no I mean n***as know they get that figure for it if they feeling froggy, said that sh** before Yeah, count it up [Hook] I asked the pastor if it's sinning If this paper that I'm throwing is going 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 f** about your feelings (about your feelings) Yeah, I'm going 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 [Verse 2] I'm going broke, my dawg in prison I'm so stressed, I'm smoking weed for my condition Yeah, flexing on with no permission Come to tings, I multiply then long division I ain't finished with you n***as You ride my wave, I want percentage I'm on a money-making mission I'm sharing tings with all my n***as And that's my ting but you can hit it when a n***a finished though Yeah, I been past the come-up It's just that I'm some sh** to discover Hate the feeling you feel when you see me f** your feelings I'm filling my cup up 1.5 for a deal, what a feeling Any less than a mill is a f** up With your girl and she always complaining Drop a stack on your b**h, n***a, shut up b**h n***a, shut up [Hook] I asked the pastor if it's sinning If this paper that I'm throwing is going 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 f** about your feelings (You say I ain't bout it, bout it, boy!) Yeah, I'm going 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] (You say I ain't bout it, bout it, boy!)