ayy
This is for the record, ayy
Hell yeah, this a record, ayy
This a re cord, ayy
Hell yeah, ayy
Man, I'm in this whole wire
Stay up, I don't ever get tired
Heat it up with a little more fire
Headed up, we can only get higher
Man, your girl give me hair like a visor
I ain't fuck that bitch, she a liar
You ain't heard that I roll with the writers
Give it up, bruh, you don't wanna try us
Every time I hit the road,
they be linin' up
All these hoes see me, oh,
now they signin' up
Gettin' money, I'm a sole proprietor
Keep on sleepin' if you old,
man, it's fine with us
Back it up one time, bow and ear, girl
Mix a little bomb -bomb with the liquor
Nah, we don't got no problems over here,
bruh
And we gon' touch a
mill before the year's up
This for a record, ayy
This for a ayy
Hell yeah
This for a record, ayy
This for a ayy
Hell yeah
Money on my mind, for the record
Running through the marathon,
for the record
And I put that on
God, for the record
Somebody might die, for the record
Rest in peace, nigga,
Eazy -E, for the record
Mike and
Keys, nigga, on the beat, for the record
We could do this all night,
for the record
Coming from the
West
Side, for the record
This one for the pressure
This one for the bitches that
ain't giving me no effort
This one for the
L -shit, they only made me better
They remember every fade and saying
This one for the record,
I can 't rectify the pain
Of the story of my gang
Ain't no freedom for my brain
with a 40 in a chain
You know dev ils love to play
in the shadows of my brain
I can't elevate or change
if all I ever do is hang
Really all I see is shame,
where my city at?
Nigga you too broke for you to know
where all the bitches at
Homie on parole and he can't smoke
so he gon' hit a black
You let somebody use your light
or you don't get it back
I'm really at, I'm really in a bad place
and I ain't seeing good much
Tell me throw my fist high and
I just throw my hood up
How you know your roof high if you
ain't never looked up?
Some shit I never understood but I
know this one for the record
And I know this one for the debt
And how niggas spendin' money before
we even see the check
Serena made it out of
Compton, she forever get respect
A parallel to how y sit and do it for the net
I say this one for the record
As long as I don't need to put her in,
put her in, put her in, put her in...