4 the Record - Diizii, DANTE? & Ajskells: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Diizii, DANTE? & Ajskells

4 the Record

Hip-Hop/Rap

4 the Record was released on May 17, 2024 by Actiive Mob as a part of the album Nocturnal

Song Details

Release DateMay 17, 2024

LabelActiive Mob

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Diizii

Vocals

DANTE?

Vocals

Ajskells

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

DANTE?

Songwriter

Michael Pastrana

Michael Pastrana

Songwriter

Aidan Skelly

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Diizii

Mixing Engineer

DANTE?

Producer

Ajskells

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Right here, it's a light day, this shit regular, you know?

Shit, they tweakin'

And for the record, you ain't really feelin' none of that

Diizii, bitch

This shit normal, I done seen it, it don't faze me

And for the record, every record, they gon' hate me

For the record, you another one of me

Wit' yo' broke ass, for the record, that's a hunnid on the seat, bitch

I can't really give you what you lookin' for

Shit get janky at the bottom, I just want some more

Shit get envious at the top and I know that, ho

And you mad as a bitch and you show that, bro

Left a voicemail, girl, don't know if you got it

If shorty want it, girl, I got it, you know that I bought it

Get some motion and just quit it with the talkin'

Step on water, dawg, I'm really Jesus walkin'

Just 'cause you in yo' city don't mean that you safe

Uh, bitch, I'm talkin' Benjy Franky with this blue face

Tell 'em, "I been up all night," now I'ma wake 'em up

Tell 'em, "I'm gon' hit the sack, but I'll come back and shake it up"

Soon as I seen it, you go and delete it

They stay pussy but they claim to be undefeated

Let me know if it's hands or it's heaters

They stay fuckin', bitch, you be tryna beat her

Ain't no sleeve like I got me on a beater

Fuck you want? Bitch, I'm smokin' me a reefer

I sipped it all, dawg, I'ma need a refill

For the record, you be cappin', you ain't real

For the record, you don't know how the fuck I feel

For the record, you ain't really got no steel

For the record, you ain't really countin' bills

For the record, you ain't goin' for the kill, bitch

I remember zonin' out just tryna think of somethin'

Maybe I wasn't ready or somethin', I just couldn't stomach

Blowin' smoke and sittin' under bridges, man, I used to love it

Now I'm just tryna figure out why I can't function at the function

And it's real, I 'on' say my truest feelings 'less I'm here

When the coast is clear, I grab the mic, yeah, my deepest fear

Fear that I ain't doin' enough, and even if I did

I just didn't do me enough, I couldn't feel this shit

Drownin' all my sorrows like my dad, at least he changed his life

I was given blessings and it's still somethin' I'm tryna fight

Punchin' at the walls like it's in there, but it never is

If the genie came and asked for three, I'd give him one wish

That my son be better than me, although, I'm still alive

If I can teach him how to fly, I'll be okay to die

Tryna love myself, I'm gettin' better every time I try

Doin' it for me but still lyin' to myself like, "I'm fine"

I was raised a dog, I'm still trained to feed my fuckin' ego

And when people say I'm a good person, that shit make me feel evil

Feel like I'm lyin' 'bout somethin', I can't fuckin' find it

Only time I figure it out is when the room is silent

Maybe it's a mistake I did that, and I just can't recall

For the record, couldn't remember, so it's just here I fall

Fighting the invisible person who lives inside my head

Every time, feed him 'til he looks down at me like, "you're already dead"

Keep my lines vague, you ain't know what I really mean

Spilled my heart in morse code since I was fuckin' seventeen

The kick drum says more truth, that ain't my fuckin' words, dude

Tried to live from bird's view, came off as less of me

The clock tickin', I'm tryna make my hobbies work now

Weight carried on my shoulders starts to take a fuckin' burden now

First down, three more, and then it's out of time tickin'

Runnin' out of lines from my written shit, you can't tell the difference

Creating takes up so much time, that you wanna quit this shit

It consumes your whole life, makes you miss out on a lot of things

But you still do it because you love it

The money and fame is irrelevant

We do this because it's part of us

The passion is worth more than the dollar

Don't forget it, never sleep, always awake

The currency ain't at stake, just the passion to make good music

With that on your mind, you never get tired

Written by: Aidan Skelly, Dante Raio, Michael Pastrana

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