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