#1 Draft Pick Cal Scruby

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Okay, okay, okay, okay

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I do what I want, on my day to day
You do what you can, nah that ain't the same
And I did it on my own, I'ma stay that way
I go Damon Wayans, give you major pains
I go Baker Mayfield and let the stash grow
Didn't take a deal even when the cash low
Number eight the meal, now I'm eatin' Mastro's
Blowin' gas, so I'm sorry I'm an asshole
Pardon me, but it's not a cheap fragrance
Treat me like a walk-on, I gotta keep pacin'
Gotta be patient, if I'm not the starter I'ma replace him
Big bag, all-star free agent
No contract but the pack so thorough
If I block contact they get madder than my old girl
Had to leave Ohio like Joe Burrow
Now I'm back tryna take over the whole world

[Chorus]
Ayy, I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, jersey with my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, jersey with my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, jersey with my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, jersey with my name on the back