Set the Table Songtext
von Nickelus F

It′s time to set the table

It's all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist

How does he do it?
It′s all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist
It's all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist
A little bit slow like
And now we're cooking
It′s all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist
Art Body

Look, we on the rise like Earth to cloud lightning
Riding up the road blinded, suspended license
Werewolf they say that I am, they hate the liking
Soon as you let your guard down, they twist the knife in


A little tipsy off of several lagers
I could go through shorty phone but I never bother
Niggas tried to discredit me ′cause I had a present father
Now I'm only copping these guns to protect my daughters

Uphill battle with a stupid slant
I really grew from that soil, I ain′t no music plant
Reflecting on the past and building future plans
Flood of emotions I'm holding back like the Hoover Dam
Let my girl tell it, I′m certainly a bastard
My fans tell it, everything they heard from me was classic
Dumped the work, took the currency and stashed it
The way I'm blacking out, every verse should be redacted

Revealing my resilience
The gladiator made the blood spill in the pavilion
Still whipping, showing off my brilliance in the kitchen
And I barely used any energy building my dominion

Pouring shots of Louis in a paper cup
Leader hunting the meat, it′s gon' set the table up
I'm blowing down tree and blowing my label up
And if the money ain′t change you then you ain′t make enough


How does he do it?
It's all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist
Great Dice Records
The house always wins

Pouring shots of Louis in a paper cup
Leader hunting the meat, it′s gon' set the table up
I′m blowing down tree and blowing my label up
And if the money ain't change you then you ain′t make enough

It's all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist
A little bit slow like
And now we're cooking
It′s all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist
It′s all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist
It's all in the wrist
Wrist, wrist