("Papa's Got a Brand New Excuse" sample)
22 & buggin out/ anger all bottled up/ my brother said he movin south a week before he packed da truck/ I'm assed out wit no place/I bounced back, you know wusup/ shoutout to my nigga Que, he let me post up for some months/ every night we turnin up/ threw house parties in the dark when our power got turned off/ workin extra hard to make sure we got bills caught up/ that's how we was brought up/ get it how you live & leave da rest of it to God bruh/ got evicted soon enough/ back to square one/ swallowed my pride & took the ride to go & talk to my aunt/ I mean, I knew she'd let me stay, but at a young 22 was in no rush for curfews and otha rules n such/ now I'm roomin wit the cuzzos/ pieces to the puzzle/ we clicked real quick by sharing our past struggles/ I told em bout Flint, growin up in the gutter/ in a fatherless home, raised by a single mother baby

("Papa's Got a Brand New Excuse" sample)

Even as a youngin I was hella independent/ was the youngest of the children/ havin dreams & seein visions/ of an undiscovered world, payin very close attention/ family call me Jr., my pop is the first edition/ it's ironic that I got his name, the rest of him was missin/ made me feel like a word that didn't have a definition/ listen closely as I'm spittin/ I don't want you to miss this/ I gotta make it clear, that's my one and only mission/ like you eva feel disconnected from ya own name?/ cuz you & ya old man/ didn't share the same space/ but share the same face, think in all the same ways/ but if they asked you bout his life you couldn't say a damn thang?/ these were the thoughts that weighed heavy on my brain/ I told people call me Will, cuz bein Willie was a strain/ when I was Willie there was pain/ but now wit Will, there's a way/ to create my own lane and redefine my own name/ through this music and this paint/ redesign the whole game/ I said the family botta reign/ & you thought that I was playin?!/ the whole family winnin now we lookin like the Wayans/ win the fight before the match we got em shook at the weigh-ins/ it's hard to ignore me now that I den found my way in/ & I rap about my paintings so you see just what I'm sayin/ speaking to ya senses through my wild imagination/ made myself an open book, I use my flow to turn the pages/ never ending chapters, never movin backwards/ you'll forget who came before me once you see just what I'm after/ I'm smarter than a whip, cuz my mind is my master/ it ran away from bullshxt, and never got captured/ the booth is my pulpit, I'm speakin to the masses/actually you'll see I'm the answer once you listen to this flashback, damn
(When Passion & Paper Collide via YouTube)