[Intro] Anya: Yeah. Atlas: You know what? Respect isn't something you ask for. It's something you walk in with. And if they don't recognize it... Anya: Make them. Atlas: Make them [Verse 1] Anya: Walk in with the confidence, head high, back straight. Been underestimated, but I don't need their praise. They see the pretty face, then they hear me talking. Then they realize... Atlas: Oh. That's a problem, huh? Too loud? Too reckless? Too much personality? Maybe. But I know what I carry. I know what I defend. Anya+Atlas; I don't need your approval to know exactly who I am. [Chorus] Anya+Atlas; R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Give it to me! Know your worth! Know what you bring! R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Stand up! Boss up! Boss up! Boss up! Boss up! Anya: Don't wait for somebody else to tell you what you're worth. Don't wait for somebody else to tell you what you're worth. [Verse 2] Atlas: Measured steps. Clear intent. Every scar is evidence of where the years were spent. I've watched people take credit for the work they didn't make. Watched cowards talk loudly when there's everything at stake. Respect isn't applause. It isn't fear or status. It's keeping your word when nobody is watching. Build when they break you. Stand when they doubt you. If they try to define you... Write the ending without them. [Chorus] Anya+Atlas: R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Give it to me! Know your worth! Know what you bring! R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Stand up! Boss up! Boss up! Boss up! Boss up! Anya: Don't wait for somebody else to tell you what you're worth. Don't wait for somebody else to tell you what you're worth. [Verse 3] Atlas: Sharp mind. Calm hands. I know exactly what to do. Anya: Red hair. Big attitude. Walk into the room. Atlas: I've spent years learning what separates surviving from thriving. Anya: I've walked through the darkness and still came out shining. Atlas: You can call me cold. You can call me reckless. You can say we're difficult. We call it having goals. I bring the fire. I bring control. Put the two together. Watch the whole thing roll. [Final Chorus] Anya+Atlas: R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Give it to me! Know your worth! Know what you bring! R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Stand up! Boss up! Boss up! Boss up! Anya: We don't need your permission... We already know our worth. [Outro] Atlas: Respect. Anya: Earned. Atlas: Exactly.
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