4 the record (ft. boogie) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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This is for the [Em]record,

[Verse 1]
[C]ayy
[Em]This is for the record, [C]ayy
Hell yeah, [Em]this a record, [C]ayy
This a [Em]re cord, ay[C]y
Hell [Em]yeah, ayy
Man, I'm in this whole wire
[C]Stay up, I don't ever get tired
Heat [Em]it up with a little more fire
[C]Headed up, we can only get higher
Man, [Em]your girl give me hair like a visor
[C]I ain't fuck that bitch, she a liar
You ain't [Em]heard that I roll with the writers
[C]Give it up, bruh, you don't wanna try us
Every [Em]time I hit the road,
they be linin' [C]up
All these hoes see me, oh,
now they signin' up
Gettin' [Em]money, I'm a sole proprietor
[C]Keep on sleepin' if you old,
man, it's fine with us
Back [Em]it up one [Bm]time, bow [C]and ear, girl
Mix a little bomb -bomb with the liquor
Nah, we don't got no [Em]problems over here,
bruh
[C]And we gon' touch a
mill before the year's up
[Em]This for a record, [C]ayy
[Em]This for a [C]ayy
Hell yeah
[Em]This for a record, [C]ayy
[Em]This for a [C]ayy
Hell yeah
[Em]Money on my [C]mind, for the record
Running through the marathon,
for the [Em]record
And I put that on
[C]God, for the record
Somebody might die, for the [Em]record
Rest in peace, nigga,
Eazy [C]-E, for the record
Mike and
Keys, nigga, on the beat, for the record
[Em]We could do this all n[C]ight,
for the record
Coming from the
West
Side, for [Em]the record
This one for [C]the pressure
This one for the bitches that
ain't giving me no effort
[Em]This one for the
L -shit, they only made [C]me better
They remember every fade and saying
This one for the record,
I [Em]can 't rectify the pain
Of the story of my [C]gang
Ain't no freedom for my brain
with a 40 in a chain
You know [Em]dev ils love to play
in the shadows [C]of my brain
I can't elevate or change
if all I ever do is hang
Really [Em]all I see is shame,
where my city at?
[C]Nigga you too broke for you to know
where all the bitches at
Homie on [Em]parole and he can't smoke
so he gon' hit a black
[C]You let somebody use your light
or you don't get it back
I'm really at, [Em]I'm really in a bad place
[C]and I ain't seeing good much
Tell me throw my fist high and
I just throw my hood up
[Bm]How you know y[Em]our roof high if you
ain't never [C]looked up?
Some shit I never understood but I
[Em]know this one for the record
And I know this one for [C]the debt
And how niggas spendin' money before
we even see the check
Seren[Em]a made it out of
Compton, she forever get re[C]spect
A parallel to how y sit and do it for the net
I say [Em]this one for the record
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As long as I don't need to put her in,
put her in, put her in, put her in...