Turn My Mic Up

[Chorus: Scotty ATL]
I turn my mic up
Only peaking in the reds
Til it's blinking [?] everything I'm speaking
Turn my mic up
Man I've been waiting on this moment, spread my wings, this is my time
I sware I'm feeling like [?]
Turn my mic up
I [?] these lyrics
God put me here, [?] kill it
Turn my mic up
Mic check one two
Three four, insure it's right, [?]

[Verse 1: Scotty ATL]
Never had [?] shit, why I go hard, Papa tought me that
Looking out my [?] niggas been down when I start folding that
Proud to lose that roof, I get that check, and I start rolling that
Maybe hit the strip club and blow that shit, when I start holding that
I'm still in the making, but I'm baking, getting hotter
Every line I write [?] is leaving ladies naked
I don't know if I can take it
Aiting on replies from the people [?]
That's how we be eating burgers fries, yeah
Leave it on the field, heart on my sleve
Any longer, I'ma probably get up and just leave
Where the fuck is Justice League?
Fuck [?] Burn 1
Just ajust your seat, let it back, my nigga, burn one
To this
If I could do it any different
I would change the way these motherfuckers listen
Turn my mic up
Let it blast in they eardrum
[?]
A player from the south
Dear Slum, ATL

[Chorus: Scotty ATL]
I turn my mic up
Only peaking in the reds
Til it's blinking [?] everything I'm speaking
Turn my mic up
Man I've been waiting on this moment, spread my wings, this is my time
I sware I'm feeling like [?]
Turn my mic up
I [?] these lyrics
God put me here, [?] kill it
Turn my mic up
Mic check one two
Three four, insure it's right, [?]

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Got my headphones in my bag, me and mama, where is dad?
Fell in love with this music, but see mama on my ass
Grace first, rapping last
Wash them dishes, cut the grass
Mama, I've been watching BET, Cass and [?]
I think I can be a rapper, [?] looking cool
Dress [?] on your TV screan, started in my school
Saw them [?] with no [?], I had my city rocking
Santa, I just want a record deal, someway I'll fill my stocking
Got it
Wasn't the best, but we get our best but
Thought we was cheating, [?] journy
Got my mind right, [?]
[?] I really wasn't doing shit
So I got my own mic, I started my own hype
Began my own label, I own my copywrites

[Chorus: Scotty ATL]
I turn my mic up
Only peaking in the reds
Til it's blinking [?] everything I'm speaking
Turn my mic up
Man I've been waiting on this moment, spread my wings, this is my time
I sware I'm feeling like [?]
Turn my mic up
I [?] these lyrics
God put me here, [?] kill it
Turn my mic up
Mic check one two
Three four, insure it's right, [?]

[Verse 3: CyHi]
CyHi!
It's just me and my mic, that's one hell of a tandom
Niggas screaming my lyrics, ladies tell me I'm handsome
Haters gon' need crutches, 'cause they bairley can stand him
I ain't one of them rappers, I hear yelling out random
Shit that come to my mind, 'cause I dwell in Atlanta
Y'all just making up rhymes, that shit you selling is glammer
Me and rap go together, like a nail and a hammer
[?] with the cannon, I keep them shells in the camera
These rappers say they millionaires, but still talking trap shit
What you got a scale and a fantom?
[?] I been spitting lyrics, singing anthems
Call me passport, 'cause every legend in the game stamped him
Man, y'all should be proud of me
Engineer, can you turn my mic up?
I can't help it that the crowd love me
So when I die, shawty, just light a blunt of loud for me

[Chorus: Scotty ATL]
I turn my mic up
Only peaking in the reds
Til it's blinking [?] everything I'm speaking
Turn my mic up
Man I've been waiting on this moment, spread my wings, this is my time
I sware I'm feeling like [?]
Turn my mic up
I [?] these lyrics
God put me here, [?] kill it
Turn my mic up
Mic check one two
Three four, insure it's right, [?]