| Megan you can hear me? |
| It’s clear?
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| Nah turn me up, I wanna make sure they hear every word I’m saying
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| I wanna make sure they feel every bit of fucking pain and struggle you went
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| through in this bitch a** industry
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| Yeah, I’ve always been the lone female amongst mad niggas
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| Never had to fuck 'em for a come up, that’s bad business
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| Yeah, the pussy a tool, but I done had dudes throw mad wrenches
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| A bunch of hatin' niggas is worse than some mad bitches
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| Like if they ain’t throwin' shade they catch feelings
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| Downplay my talent, lift up chicks that had gimmicks
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| But I quiet the noise, got my own voice, my own mind
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| My street credit is good, never needed a cosign
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| Was never given a handout got my foot in myself
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| Saw them go out of there way to try not to help
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| But that’s cool, I play the game with cards I’m dealt
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| Nigga I’m good, I never gave a fuck how y’all felt
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| Nobody thought I’d do what I’m doing and y’all know I’m really doing this
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| Try to push my around but I still pull through the shit
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| Making my own way, pushing my own pen
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| I write whatever goes out, yeah, no ghosting, pause
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| Do you think people at this point, I mean, us that know you but I don’t know if
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| it’s just common knowledge
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| Your ability to put together music and be an amazing DJ. |
| Do you think you get
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| credit for that?
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| No I don’t
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| Why is that, I’m not really sure
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| To get my shot I worked my ass off. |
| These bitches put shots in they ass and
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| niggas just pass off
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| Backpage bitches usin' the back door you can’t name nothin' that I ever asked
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| for, bitch, nigga
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| Did I forget to tell 'em to suck my dick? |
| Oh yeah, suck my dick!
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| It’s Rem! |