Warm Up (The Game Diss) [feat. Kaleb Simmonds]

My tea's gone cold, i'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And i can't see at all And even if i could it'll all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me, reminds me, reminds me Dear slim, i wrote you and you still haven't responded Pat stay called me out, i got scared and blocked him I never meant to hurt you, but tonight i'm cleaning out my closet Keep that little leopard print thong in Yeah, it's bout to get ignorant bro, i turned the game into a scrimmage, let's give em' a show I'll even let you pick the judges And let the fans on the internet vote I mean you used to be a stripper, i'm sure you'll win on the polls, let's go Man everyone can see it now your shook This ain't you and 40 glocc, let's not beat around the bush Man look, i tried to hype the game like a mascot You looking for a white boy? ooh you hit the jackpot I'm not to fool with, usually on some smooth shit But i get ruthless, play stupid Cause i know, you got a ghost writer and i can prove it And they won't, play you again the game's ruined Say do it, dawg i will drop names like you in every line of your lame music And i don't even make songs, still beat your fucking breaks off Got you shook to answer like a magic 8 ball Called you out yesterday, the media's all over it Tmz posted it, act like you don't notice it I don't blame you, cheech & chong i'd be smoking shit Rap tight cobra grip, game's over with Pat stay is definitely one of, if not the best I don't think you could name 10 battle rappers better than pat stay I can't picture nobody really beating pat stay Pat stay is a bad motherfucker My tea's gone cold, i'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And i can't see at all And even if i could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me, reminds me, reminds me And oh yeah, this shit ain't for em, he's his own man This shit's about you ripping off thousands of your own fans Up and coming artists you dm with this whole plan They pay you, you help them blow up We know the whole scam Start with a compliment, that's the fish bait Then tell them you put em' on some mix-tape Make em' think it's their big break, the shit's fake Manipulating artists just starving for a name What a shame, guess they gotta charge up to the game And if y'all don't know he was doing this, google it Kids' dreams of pursuing music ruined by one of their biggest influences But he ain't new to this shit, that's why he got booted from every crew he was with and left to the shadow like a lunar eclipse You turned on everybody who's helped you, deceitful Either scamming people or biting the hand that feeds you But hey, what you give is what you get in return Now you're left in the pile of ashes of all the bridges you burned My tea's gone cold, i'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And i can't see at all And even if i could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me, reminds me, reminds me