[Verse 1]
I can't wait till the rodeo stops
And the bullshit I face gets thrown, it don't stop
I show and go no motive loathin my foes
Strokin' the hoes that didn't notice when the dough was so low
Yeah I know I'm so hot, but I gotta chill
I gotta knot at the bottom of my heel
From running shit and I don't wanna heal, wanna feel pain
While I'm runnin' this here game
Give it to me everyone is real strange, to the person that strange, be real
I may be ill but my ways are amazing
Take a vacation I'm layin' with a babe that feels that
I need to be protected by the navy seals
Cause I'm so precious that I may be steal
Well I meant stolen, but when the kid go in
I attack your eardrum, with a Kimbo hit

[Hook]
Loading up the son of a gun
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy

[Verse 2]
If it's all love, cool address any issues directly to me
It's a bless you, and tissue type a transaction, it's just what's right
You like the fan bad shit fuck your life, flame on
My fire melts water when it's not frozen
Not joking, friends say I should stop smoking
I tell them all lick there lips
I got a list of 6 people legitimately I give a shit about
Them n***as figured it out, you violate me, forget it n***a, you out
Smiling faces of those who are on violation
Misery says, finally some people will visit me
So as you sit there, happy as a pig and slop
I live a lot, piss Ciroc into a river of scotch
The drinking water is tainted, and all of you taste it
And all of you hate it, but it's all of your favorite hah
[Hook]
Loading up the son of a gun
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy

[Verse 3]
Have I polluted your mind with the music of my, beautiful
I do it too many times to myself, to not be felt by the numb brains
Some days I walk around my house getting dumb brain
Until my sheets got cum stains that blend
On the dress of a lady that came to win
Or came when she knew that the game would begin when I came
And I vent about the day that I spent this whole verse
Try to articulate, as smart as I made accept myself to be
I don't respect myself, you see
Cause respect can make his neck come check for me
I'm a check to it, no checks for me
I'm a grown ass man being treated like a f-ing she
Quarantined from this sex disease, it's called love
So fuck it, loathe my existence
I'm still here, goin' the distance

[Hook]
Loading up the son of a gun
Charles Hamilton
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
Ayo

Just accept my number as one...
So, please don't pull me from the skyyy