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And I don't think I can help it

How the fuck I'm less of myself so I'm considered "self-ish"

When I don't do shit for myself, too humbled and selfless

Skatin' through a city I hate with it all but a helmet

No rules for livin' my life or an equal suggestion

Who you? too much to lose so I'm not tuckin' no Wesson

Ain't provin' nothin' to you but who the fuck is you pressin'?

My brothers take care of it I don't got time for a test

I'm out here teachin' lessons to kids feelin' more than depressed

Thought my life was a scantron, started forgettin' that lead

'Cause I'm more of a hands-on, I'll break yo jaw back instead

Sick of writing you sad songs, 'cause you don't know me