4 the Record lyrics

[Intro]
Woo hell yeah, let's talk to the n*ggas 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

[Chorus: Buddy]
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

[Verse 1: Buddy]
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 f*ck that b*tch, 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 n*gga
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
[Chorus: Buddy]
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

[Bridge: Buddy]
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, n*gga Eazy-E, for the record
Mike & Keys, n*gga on the beat, for the record
We could do this all night, for the record
Comin' from the Westside, for the record

[Verse 3: Boogie]
This one for the pressure
This one for the b*tches, that ain't givin' me no effort
This one for the L, sh*t 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?"
n*gga, you too broke for you to know where all the b*tches 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 sh*t I never understood
But I know this one for the record, I know this one for the death
They'll have n*ggas 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
[Outro]
You know what I'm sayin'
For the record...
It ain't nothing like f*cking with [?] and you ain't got to motherf*cking split it wit nobody, n*gga. And that's really for the record, n*gga
I put that muthaf*ckin' money in my pocket and I know, sh*t, I [?]
That's on God, n*gga, for the record