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