Kunci: G# minor
Intro 1
Em
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Em
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Em
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This is for the record,
Verse 1
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ayy
Em
C
This is for the record, ayy
Em
C
Hell yeah, this a record, ayy
Em
C
This a re cord, ayy
Em
Hell yeah, ayy
Man, I'm in this whole 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 hair 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, oh,
now they signin' up
Em
Gettin' money, I'm a sole proprietor
C
Keep on sleepin' if you old,
man, it's fine with us
Em
Bm
C
Back it up one time, bow and ear, girl
Mix a little bomb -bomb with the liquor
Em
Nah, we don't got no problems over here,
bruh
C
And we gon' touch a
mill before the year's up
Em
C
This for a record, ayy
Em
C
This for a ayy
Hell yeah
Em
C
This for a record, ayy
Em
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This for a ayy
Hell yeah
Em
C
Money on my mind, for the record
Running through the marathon,
Em
for the record
And I put that on
C
God, for the record
Em
Somebody might die, for the record
Rest in peace, nigga,
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Eazy -E, for the record
Mike and
Keys, nigga, on the beat, for the record
Em
C
We could do this all night,
for the record
Coming from the
West
Em
Side, for the record
C
This one for the pressure
This one for the bitches that
ain't giving me no effort
Em
This one for the
C
L -shit, they only made me better
They remember every fade and saying
This one for the record,
Em
I can 't rectify the pain
C
Of the story of my gang
Ain't no freedom for my brain
with a 40 in a chain
Em
You know dev ils 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 light
or you don't get it back
Em
I'm really at, 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
Em
How you know your roof high if you
C
ain't never looked up?
Some shit I never understood but I
Em
know this one for the record
C
And I know this one for the debt
And how niggas spendin' money before
we even see the check
Em
Serena made it out of
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Compton, she forever get respect
A parallel to how y sit and do it for the net
Em
I say this one for the record
C
Em
C
Em
C
Em
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As long as I don't need to put her in,
put her in, put her in, put her in...
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