for da record

Yeah… For the record— I don’t even rap on people, I rap around ’em… You hear it though. [Verse 1] For the record, boy you cappin’, you ain’t never made a move, Talkin’ like you got a bag but your pockets never prove. I’ve been slidin’ like a Uber when the surge hit at two, Numbers funny—how you flexin’ with a statement overdue? For the record, I’m the reason why your energy been drained, I be coolin’, you be sweatin’, tryna keep up with the name. I’m the type to make a profit off a loss, it’s really all the same, You the type to drop a song and still nobody know you came. For the record, I don’t beef—only talkin’ in percentages, I get checks and then I humble up, you loud with all your blemishes. I just move like “Who gon’ question this?” You move like “Who gon’ mention this?” Difference is: I’m livin’ it, you printin’ out the images. [Verse 2] For the record, you be braggin’ ’bout some plays that never land, You be laughin’ in your stories but your pockets never grin. I’m the one that’s bringin’ value, you the tax that never ends, Tryna stand next to the wave when you barely make a ripple in. For the record, I been quiet but my silence ain’t a loss, I been stackin’, you been scrollin’, ain’t no overlap at all. You the type to crash the whip and blame the curb instead the car, I’m the type to dodge the issue, then invest and make it large. For the record, I don’t argue, I just peep who move suspicious, You got followers but no one in real life can say you gifted. I got motion out the city, you got rumors, you got wishes, You got beats but you got nothin’ else—your life a demo snippet. [Hook] For the record, I been real—don’t confuse me for these clones, For the record, I got money talkin’ louder than your phone. For the record, if you reach, then I’m leavin’ you alone— ’Cause I ain’t argue with no person who ain’t even got a home. For the record… You ain’t built like that. For the record… You just tweet like that. [Verse 3] For the record, I don’t chase it, it come find me where I live, I been stackin’ since a jit, you been cappin’ since a kid. I don’t stress about no clout, I got values that I hid, You got talent in your drafts but somehow laziness gon’ win. For the record, I’m the calmest but the coldest in the room, I be noddin’ while you talkin’—knowin’ well you not immune To embarrassment and pressure; you gon’ fold just like a spoon When the pot get hot enough to make your weak lil’ story bloom. For the record, I ain’t pressed, I ain’t losin’ no sleep, You just mad you can’t adjust to how I move at low speed. I be slidin’ off the beat like the floor done got grease, And you still sound like an intern tryna shadow my release.