CHARLIE SHEEN Lyrics

Yeah.

Used to have them dollar bills. Got a lot of time to kill.

Baby girl, you know the drill. On my grind, I'm in the field.

Feelings, they don't mean a thing. I don't need a ring.

Mic I use covered in flames. I won't even make you sing.

You got drama, acting up. Why you acting tough?

Told you that I had enough, you can't back it up.

All black outfit on me clean. Different colors in my jeans.

Money talk like Charlie Sheen, my brother on my team.

Rest of you got pushed aside, you look shook inside.

Death to me, I had to die. I be killing pride.

Rest in peace, I know I tried. More than you can say.

To this day I rap the best. Rest of you just play.