Lemme Go Hard for a Minute

Lemme go hard for a minute
Lemme go hard for a minute
Lemme go hard for a minute

Let me go hard for a minute so sixty the digit
Dismember digits when I hear a critic who tryna talk shit
When they don't really get it, you not a member of my little clique
Boy don't act like a friend of a friend of mine
Lil kid you spit like an enema
This is the end of the line for a mix of you little scrubs
And you best believe I'm never giving up,
Never giving up my scheme, my rhyme machine,
You a little fish, swimming for the streams
Hit you and your team, heard you claim you ballin'
But you on some Bull shit, Zach Levine
Big rockets, Yao Ming,
But I'd rather dirty strike and watch him lean
Catch him slipping off the top like Mr. Clean
Y'all know I'm a fiend when I'm in the ring
Y'all be tryna show you big and bad
With them little jabs you get shrugged off
Too afraid to step up in the square,
I ain't even get to take my gloves off
Y'all be on ya songs "no cap all slat"
Cause you think it's thug talk
Half of y'all ain't slime
Cause you ain't around when they let the slugs off
Better yet, you don't love slat,
Cause most of y'all really love salt
Bitter in a twitter comment section on a phone charger
That's ya plug talk
Y'all the type to lose game of ball,
Go reach in the trunk, let some shots off
I don't need to take a life for kid's play
Y'all can really get knocked off