Don't let money change ya
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This is a story of a kid,His name is Cisko
Who made more money Than the Count of Monte Crisco
He lived a lavish style of life-Fast money,women,cars
And he liked to frequent bars, pubs and disco's
Made his livin' as a world famous rap star
When he first started mic respect's What he was after
And so he got inside his mind,Day and night,and he'd write
Constantly his art and craft,He'd try to master
Started winnin' local battles and his rep grew
Gave his crew a reputation as the best crew
And what life would do to him,All the cards that was hard
Pen and pad, stress relief would be his refuge
Paid his dues, doing shows,now he's on track
In the lab,pumping demos,makin' songs fat
Then he quit his nine to five,finally his time arrived
When he signed a major label record contract
Don't let money change ya
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
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His first single was a overnight success hit
And now he went from wearing rags to the best fits
All his new acquitances,gassed his head,takin' it
To the point where he lost proper perspective
Started cuttin' off the people,he came up wit
Ego blown like his soul had been abducted
Though his heart was once real,now material has filled
Up his world,and he couldn't get enough of it
Used to wanna be the best of the rap dons
Now his only one concern is goin' platinum
And his skills has since decreased and the inner hunger ceased
Now content,just as long as fame and cash come
He's a big willie now, rappin' 'bout cars
Thousand dollar shoppin' sprees,hangin' out with stars
I mean just a year ago, he was broke
Bummin' money,drinkin' out the 40 bottle,livin' outdoors
Don't let money change ya
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Second L.P,my rap changes fast
Here today,gone tomorrow,now his label passed
Now the new poster boy with the hip now sound
Second time around everything isn't stable as
It once was, now he's lookin' for the same hit
But his sound is played,he forget to change wit
Them old hit rhymes, no one feelin' him
His rhymes ain't appealin' anymore
And his records ain't sellin' shit
Now he's dropped from his label and he's goin' broke
Tried the underground return Ghetto pass revoked
And the same faces that he dissed,On his way, to the top
Laughed as they watched him do the downstroke
Now the moral of the story is that some go
Why would money make the inner vision crumble?
So if you're blessed with the talent,Utilize it to the fullest
Be true to yourself and stay humble
Don't let money change ya
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Don't let money change ya!
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah..