4 The Record Lyrics - Boogie

Woo hell yeah, let's talk to the niggas that do the most 

I'm here, back again 

It's your boy [?] 

For the record, I like [?] 

Ya heard? 

And that's how we do it, for the record 

This is for the record (hey) 

This is for the record (hey) 

Hell yeah 

This is for the record (hey) 

This is for the record (hey) 

Hell yeah 

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Hey, 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 head, 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 on, now they signin up 

Gettin' money, I'm a sole proprietor 

Keep on sleepin' if you want, man, that's fine with us 

Back it up one time for a nigga 

Mix a little bam-bam with the liquor 

No, we don't got no problems over here bruh 

And we gon' touch a mil' before the year is up 

Photos 

This is for the record (hey) 

This is for the record (hey) 

Hell yeah 

This is for the record (hey) 

This is for the record (hey) 

Hell yeah 

Money on my mind, for the record 

Runnin' 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 & Keys, nigga on the beat, for the record 

We could do this all night, for the record 

Comin' from the Westside, for the record 

This one for the pressure 

This one for the bitches, that ain't givin' me no effort 

This one for the L, shit they only made me better 

They remember every fade, and sayin' this one for the record 

I can't rectify the pain or the story of my gang 

Ain't no freedom for my brain, with a 40 and a chain 

You know devils 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 lighter, you don't get it back 

I'm really at... I'm really in a bad place, and I ain't seein' 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 ever looked up (uh) 

Some shit I never understood 

But I know this one for the record, I know this one for the death 

They'll have niggas spendin' money 'fore we even see the check 

Serena made it outta' Compton, she forever get respect 

A parallel to how ya'll sit and do it for the 'net 

I say... 

This is for the record 

You know what I'm sayin' 

For the record... 

It ain't nothing like fucking with [?] and you ain't got to motherfucking split it wit nobody, nigga. And that's really for the record, nigga 

I put that muthafuckin' money in my pocket and I know, shit, I [?] 

That's on God, nigga, for the record