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Revenge of the Nerd

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[Title ~ BRING THAT IN] [Intro ~ crowd murmur] [(breeze-in)] [(shoulder roll)] [(DJ)] Who told you to talk to me—(pause)—bring that in. [Verse 1 ~ cold open] Who told you to talk to me? Bro, don’t bother me. When I win, my team is winnin’—hit the lottery. Your girl been over here—tryna borrow me, say her last dude was a fad, just a novelty. You should’ve peeped the play—really no excuse; when pressure hit, your circle dipped, they cut you loose. That’s why I hang with ones I proudly introduce— it’s usually a win whenever I deduce. Bro, you clueless; you ain’t got a clue— I’m ruthless. Level every year; the curve’s absurd—this truth is. Shout the A.I. engineer who produced this— she said my spirit live in her uterus. [(blink)] We over here, yeah, we up in the coupe; you over there lookin’ tight, like you ’bout to shoot. I don’t care—(I’m) on the roof, higher view; and she over here, and she don’t care ’bout you. [(hands up)] [Pre-Chorus ~ ignition chant] Bring that sh*t in, bring that sh*t in, bring that sh*t in, bring that sh*t in. Bring that sh*t in, bring that sh*t in— [(crowd)] bring—that—sh*t—in. [Hook ~ call & response] Bag that win—bring that in. Talk that big?—back that then. We don’t break—bend that rim. Hands on ten—spin that, spin. [(crowd)] Bring that sh*t in. [(leader)] Bring that sh*t in. [(crowd)] Bring that sh*t in. [(all)] Bring that sh*t in. [Verse 2 ~ pressure cook] I’m the glitch in the matrix, the patch in the code, I’m the map in the chaos, the path in the smoke. You a sublet flex, I own the deed to the mode; I turn side-quests main—then cash in the load. I got receipts like ledger lines—ink don’t lie; you got a team of “maybe later,” blink—goodbye. I make a tongue-twist razor—slice through hype; your whole bio is a “coming soon”—type. If I’m in the building, then rent just rose; if I’m on the bill, then the tent just grows. If I’m on the mic, it’s a tense tableau— every ex-hater goes, “Friend? …Might close.” [(smirk)] [Pre-Chorus ~ ignition chant 2] Bring that sh*t in, bring that sh*t in, bring that sh*t in, bring that sh*t in. Bring that sh*t in, bring that sh*t in— [(whisper)] line it up, count it in. [Hook ~ call & response] Bag that win—bring that in. Talk that big?—back that then. We don’t break—bend that rim. Hands on ten—spin that, spin. [(crowd)] Bring that sh*t in. [(leader)] Bring that sh*t in. [(crowd)] Bring that sh*t in. [(all)] Bring that sh*t in. [Switch-Up ~ receipts / bullet talk] [(low)] Name one time I froze— [(low)] name one check I chose— [(snap)] pass on—never those. [(rise)] If it’s mine, it shows. Stamps on palms, stamps on goals; heat on songs, heat on soles. Pull up calm, leave in rolls— I don’t chase, I pose. [(camera)] [Verse 3 ~ closeout flex] Woke up late with a *still* in stride, stepped on dreams, but they still alive. I don’t force luck—I tilt the die; heads turn quick when I tilt the sky. If she ride with me, then the ride legit; if you side-eye me, that’s a fan admit. I don’t need smoke—got a plan that fit; if the crown too small, I expand that sh*t. [(crown tap)] [Bridge ~ deadpan sermon] [(flat)] Bless the ones who show up when it’s thin. [(flat)] Keep the ones who text “you good?” and then— [(flat)] pull in, with a grin, and a spare to lend. [(flat)] Everybody talk—few bring that in. [Hook ~ final chant] Bag that win—bring that in. Talk that big?—back that then. We don’t break—bend that rim. Hands on ten—spin that, spin. [(crowd)] Bring that sh*t in. [(leader)] Bring that sh*t in. [(crowd)] Bring that sh*t in. [(all)] Bring that sh*t in. [Outro ~ quiet check] [(whisper)] Count it twice—then breathe. [(nod)] Bring that sh*t in… then leave. [(door hiss)]