Walter (Owl Gang Freestyle)

First things first
Fuck, where do I begin
Yeah they call me Shooter
I can't start like that again
Give 'em something newer
Like, how 'bout I crack your chin
And you need a couple sutures
Cuz I split you like Berlin
Nah, how 'bout I try again
How 'bout I take your flow
And disappear in the wind
So many ways to go
But now it's time to close my bin
Cuz I have to let you know
That we are half way in
Half way in
Yeah, half way in
Out rap me
You smoking twenty twen twen
Ah shit, here we go again
Shooter, why you do it to 'em
Can't you let 'em win
Fuck no, don't you know
That losing is a sin
Fuck no, I got greatness
Oozing from within
Fuck no, I'm the fucking greatest
Can't pretend
Fuck no, I'm the fucking greatest
With the pen

I ain't got the patience
Tired of hearing all these lies
People swear that they're the best
But I think they're out their minds
They should give it all a rest
They should get a 9 to 5
I am Eli moving west
I am leading all the blind
Blind, blind, blind, blind
This the shit I must remind
We move at different paces
And ya falling far behind
It is like we're steady racing
And I see the finish line
I guess the fucking case is
That you're frozen there in time

Cold to the touch
Make jokes of your boasts
That strangle your hopes
Not beholden to such
Sounds a bit rough
When the pride that's around
Starts crumbling down
Ain't amounting to much
But the tales that you spin
To a friend of a friend
About all of your wins
But we know it's a crutch
Shield from the dread
Going on in your head
If not for the bread
Man you know that you lunch
More than a hunch though
You ain't ready for the war
That's banging a medley at the door
Steady getting deadly
Might be heavy on the gore
But it's light for
Settling a score
Chess move
All that weakness
Get wiped from the board
Inciting the fights
That frighten or more
If you lacking the might
To make right what you like
Better say goodnight then
Head on the floor

I ain't got the patience
I'm not wasting all this time
It's a state I hate embracing
I'm not waiting in this line
If I see something for taking
Then I gotta make it mine
Such a diamond in the rough
It'd be a waste if I don't shine
Shine, shine, shine, shine
I ain't made it to my prime
Still we move in different places
And I feel like y'all behind
Wondering why you can't face it
See, the truth is in your eyes
Y'all was cooped up in those suits
Me and the troops was on the grind