Verse 1
Em
C
Em
Woo hell yeah, let's talk to the
C
niggas that do the most
I'm here, back again
Em
It's your boy [?]
C
For the record, I like [?]
Ya heard?
And that's how we do it,
Em
C
for the
record
Em
This is for the record
Verse 2
C
(hey)
Em
C
This is for the record (hey)
Hell yeah
Em
C
This is for the record (hey)
Em
C
This is for the record (hey)
Hell yeah
Em
Hey, man I'm in this whole
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Verse 3
wire
C
Stay up, I don't ever get tired
Em
Heat it up, with a little more fire
C
Headed up, we can only get higher
Em
Man, your girl give me head, like a visor
C
I ain't fuck that bitch, she a liar
Em
You ain't heard that I roll with the writers
C
Give it up bruh, you don't
wanna try us
Em
Every time I hit the road,
C
they be linin' up
All these hoes see me on,
now they signin up
Em
Gettin' money, I'm a sole proprietor
C
Keep on sleepin' if you want,
man, that's fine with us
Em
Bm
C
Back it up one time for a nigga
Mix a little bam- bam with the liquor
Em
No, we don't got no problems
C
over here bruh
And we gon' touch a mil' before
the year is up
Em
This is for the record
Verse 4
C
Em
(hey)
C
This is for the record (hey)
Hell yeah
Em
C
Em
This is for the record (hey)
C
This is for the record (hey)
Em
Hell yeah
Verse 5
Em
C
Money on my mind, for the record
Runnin' through the marathon,
Em
for the re cord
C
And I put that on God,
for the record
Em
Somebody might die, for the record
C
Rest in peace, nigga Eazy- E,
for the record
Mike & Keys, nigga on the beat,
for the record
Em
C
We could do this all night,
for the record
Em
Comin' from the Westside, for the record
Verse 6
Em
C
This one for the pressure
This one for the bitches,
that ain't givin' me no effort
Em
This one for the L,
C
shit they only made me better
They remember every fade,
and sayin' this one for the record
Em
I can 't rectify the pain or
C
the story of my gang
Ain't no freedom for my brain,
with a 40 and a chain
Em
You know devils love to play,
C
in the shadows of my brain
I can't elevate or change,
if all I ever do is hang
Em
Really, all I see is shame
"Where my city at?"
C
Nigga, you too broke for you to know
where all the bitches at
Em
Homie on parole and he can't smoke,
so he gon' hit a Black
C
You let somebody use your lighter,
you don't get it back
Em
I'm really at... I'm really in a bad place,
C
and I ain't seein' good much
Tell me throw my fist high and
I just throw my hood up
Bm
Em
How you know your roof high,
C
if you ain't ever looked up (uh)
Some shit I never understood
Em
But I know this one for the record,
C
I know this one for the death
They'll have niggas spendin' money
'fore we even see the check
Em
Serena made it outta' Compton,
C
she forever get re spect
A parallel to how ya'll sit
and do it for the 'net
I say...
Em
This is for the record
C
You know
Verse 7
what I'm sayin'
Em
For the record...
C
It ain't nothing like fucking with [?] and you ain't got to motherfucking split it wit nobody,
Em
C
nigga. And that's really for the record, nigga
Em
C
I put that muthafuckin' money in my pocket and I know,
shit, I [?]
That's on God, nigga, for the record
4 the Record
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