Wale – Negotiations (Official Music Video)

Lyrics “Negotiations” by Wale

Yeah, mind racin’, negotiatin’ my situation
I burned bridges I can’t repair so been fly lately
I’ve been peddlin’ rhymes so much my calves hurt
Fly pelican fly, Tony Montana work

Yeah I’m comfortable, tell my other label I love ’em
Create a record, collect a check, take my name from it
The face on that plain Jane can replace budgets
Princess cutter shoe pop singers that can’t cut it

The ghostwritin’, both pockets is pulsatin’
For the reign of power I’ll put you with Rania fifth season
These n**gas streamin’ they s**t they weak but they entertainin’
Don’t ever confuse being great with being famous

I’m that n**ga fa’sho, I’m that n**ga fa’sho
Some of the n**gas was humble with me, look how they switch up
Look how they talk to you different like you ain’t better than them
You n**gas go up in Ellen, forget your Melanin quick

N**gas need a new legend, the people never forget
I mean a rebel that take the Devil on one-on-one
And pray alot with God, well now his confidence in a gun
I know alot of rappers who spot ’em after I take it from ’em
So whoever doubt me gone need a balcony and a jump

You see this motherf**kin’ face
You remember this motherf**ker
But you’ll never want to meet a motherf**ker like me
You understand

Mind racin’, negotiatin’ my situation
I’m bad business, the rap industry thinks I’m crazy
The gatekeepers, they hate me say I’m militant
Really​ n**gas don’t feel you unless you doin’ that n**ga s**t

No Folarin, never change never give up your soul Folarin
And do your thing ’cause you givin’ ’em hope Folarin
You know they say they only love you when broke or dead
But I can’t count on that and I’m in my ghoster car
N**ga done wrote some bars my s**t is boastful always for the culture
Got on by my lonesome, you Sofia Coppola
Y’all might be dope but you on ’cause you know somebody

Oh, yeah, my opposition ain’t no competition
What you call a booth I call a kitchen, I’m fryin’ different
Eyes lower than Shyne numbers but my vision God-level
‘Cause I focus every four bifocals, sixteens is unmatched
Pistols in y’all hand like Brita, they untapped

Bitter n**gas be reckless, they disrespectful and envious
And so you n**gas is Breakfast, where Desus and Mero at
Margiela apparel, what Virgil say he ain’t sent me
This s**t was a retail so don’t check where my check is at
Ain’t playin’ with little n**gas ’cause I ain’t with tit for tat
But throwin’ subliminals make your woman a widow fast and then I dash

Jerry Lorenzo, I’m finna blow a bag now
2007 the rappers had no swag now
All of these n**gas Supreme, nothing is different with me
When I played receiver, I perfected the fly route

Highly respected, tell these labels I’m iced out
I’m feelin’ like Beckham, I tell them let the price out
I’m lyrically celibate, any status y’all want
Motherf**kers ain’t f**kin’ with a n**ga from Naija

Baba Folarin, untapped potential but still tap your woman
Okay, Baba Folarin, my side just might tax you like Mike Rotunda
Oh yeah, I never fumble
A Betty Lennox in a Bentley with the Helly on me
Bammas think I’m with the locals, come on, tell me something
Dread head get scoped and soaked until it’s Shelly color

Woo That’s the MC, DMV about to peak, it ain’t just me
I dare seven n**gas step to me, OC
Sleep, how they peeps be awake for the whole week
Funeral crowd, keep runnin’ your mouth, n**ga
The reaper within your reach, you keep reachin’ for clout
Cloud of mine, I’m high, I’m tired, I’m tried
I tried, goodbye my love, the fourth time’s a charm
I’m signed or nah…

➤ Produced by Ayo & Keyz
Album: Self Promotion
Wale 2018

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