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