No Hook

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