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Cal Scruby

#1 Draft Pick

 

#1 Draft Pick

(album: While You Were Sleeping - 2020)


Uhuh, uhuh
Okay, okay, okay, okay

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 Damian Wayne, give you major pains
I go back and make a filling, let the stash grow
Didn't take a deal even when the cash low
Number eight the meal, now I'm eating maestro
Blowing 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 pacing
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

Ayy, I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, judge you when my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, judge you when my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, judge you when my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, judge you when my name on the back

Yeah I said it, you can never live a lie and die a legend
If the devil at the door call the reverend
I'ma need a lot of help to get to heaven
Maybe I'm in hell, I can't even tell
50 dollar streak but I wanted Taco Bell
I've been working so hard, I can't even chill
Had to give her 50 more 'cause she ain't on the pill
Met her while she dancing she a Cancer
She my Roy Manson, I'm Willy Hanson
Sugar daddy got a mansion, it's in the Hamptons
Who you think you fancy, you think you fancy, huh?
Tell my mama that I'm 'bout to be an icon
Put my talent on Jimmy Fallon I'm waving hi mom
Even when I fell in I hit nothing but the nylon
Stoner feel like Allen when he stepping over Tyronn, motherfucker
My top five, completely unbiased, is Scruby, Dilon, Dilon, Dilon, Dilon
That's a hill I'm willing to die on
I'll go up and get it like Zion, motherfucker

Ayy, I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, judge you when my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, judge you when my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, judge you when my name on the back
I feel like the number one draft pick
Get the hat, judge you when my name on the back

done

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