J-Geezy - No Hook Lyrics

I don't need a deal
I just need to make something for you to feel
Platinum plaques, big stacks from my raps
Cooling in the stu, with the crew making stacks
Big bags of grass, got bass I mean base
Fish scale flows, make you take it to the face
Talking dope lines, no powder just power
Plug into the amp, homie rifting for an hour
Sprinkle in some keys, while I'm spitting ABC's
Started out hot, turned it up a few degrees
When I'm on the mic, Emcees feel pressure
Like a broken ruler, most cats don't measure
Like Rick the ruler I'm slick, no patch
Like Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, all facts
When the beat play, whole room nod they head
Metaphorically I killed it, the beat is dead
All Funk no stank
Do it for the love but we tryna break the bank
No limit to our style, say uhhh like the tank
At the Grammy stage like uh, I'd like to thank
My creator, My beat makers and all my haters
Cheffing up sauce, ye we got lots of flavors
Giving you our best, ain't saving it for later
Birthing new styles like we going into labor
Black Jesus, yeah I'm your savior
When I come around, be on your best behavior
The force strong with us like we tote light sabers
Competition sweet, ye we call em life savers
Use to plot crime capers
Now I'm in the spot, twisting pot in white papers
Do me a favor, and put this on repeat
I freak, every time my voice meet with the beat

I don't need a deal
I just need to make something for you to feel
Platinum plaques, big stacks from my raps
Cooling in the stu, with the crew making stacks
Big bags of grass, got bass I mean base
Fish scale flows, make you take it to the face
Talking dope lines, no powder just power
Plug into the amp, homie rifting for an hour
Sprinkle in some keys, while I'm spitting ABC's
Started out hot, turned it up a few degrees
When I'm on the mic, Emcees feel pressure
Like a broken ruler, most cats don't measure
Like Rick the ruler I'm slick, no patch
Like Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, all facts
When the beat play, whole room nod they head
Metaphorically I killed it, the beat is dead
All Funk no stank
Do it for the love but we tryna break the bank
No limit to our style, say uhhh like the tank
At the Grammy stage like uh, I'd like to thank
My creator, My beat makers and all my haters
Cheffing up sauce, ye we got lots of flavors
Giving you our best, ain't saving it for later
Birthing new styles like we going into labor
Black Jesus, yeah I'm your savior
When I come around, be on your best behavior
The force strong with us like we tote light sabers
Competition sweet, ye we call em life savers
Use to plot crime capers
Now I'm in the spot, twisting pot in white papers
Do me a favor, and put this on repeat
I freak, every time my voice meet with the beat