Bitch things, change, them stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
[Spider Loc]
All money ain't good money, this I know
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
is a first class ticket to a lesson
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
be funeral arrangements for your momma
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
[Chorus]
[Spider Loc]
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
I explain, so many different parts of pain
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
The cash made some people start to change
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
You ain't really got the heart to bang
You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
[Chorus]
Things Change - 包威爾
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[00:10.35]Bitch things, change, them stay the same
[00:20.64]Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
[00:24.33]I put that work in to win, no problem
[00:26.40][Spider Loc]
[00:26.88]All money ain't good money, this I know
[00:29.58]But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
[00:32.31]And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
[00:34.92]And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
[00:37.71]Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
[00:40.41]Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
[00:43.14]On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
[00:45.90]Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
[00:48.69]I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
[00:51.12]Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
[00:54.00]It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
[00:56.64]On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
[00:59.31]Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
[01:02.22]Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
[01:04.80]I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
[01:07.65]But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
[01:10.23][Chorus]
[01:24.33][Lloyd Banks]
[01:27.45]Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
[01:34.95]is a first class ticket to a lesson
[01:37.17]I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
[01:40.56]That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
[01:42.99]{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
[01:45.81]Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
[01:48.48]Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
[01:51.18]But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
[01:54.72]Either that or rob you on your boulevard
[01:56.73]Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
[02:00.00]I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
[02:02.13]HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
[02:05.79]Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
[02:07.71]be funeral arrangements for your momma
[02:09.93]I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
[02:13.05]Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
[02:15.45][Chorus]
[02:23.61][Spider Loc]
[02:37.98]What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
[02:40.44]You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
[02:43.56]Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
[02:46.47]Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
[02:49.02]That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
[02:51.54]There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
[02:54.42]Or tell the tale that my heart contains
[02:56.64]I explain, so many different parts of pain
[02:59.40]I'm clean, but still some marks remain
[03:01.83]From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
[03:04.89]The cash made some people start to change
[03:07.53]I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
[03:10.20]Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
[03:13.11]And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
[03:15.63]You ain't really got the heart to bang
[03:17.76]You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
[03:26.85][Chorus]
移調 原調
C#A#mF#C#F#A#m
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
BF#B
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
F#mF#C#
I put that work in to win, no problem
F#G#
All money ain't good money, this I know
C#D#mA#m
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
D#mB
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
F#Bm
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
DD#mG#m
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
F#D#mC#
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
BmA#m
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
C#F#
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
A#mB
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
D#mF#
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
C#
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
D#mF#D#m
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
C#F#C#
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
B
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
F#
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
FmC#D#mA#mBF#G#mD#mF#C#F#F#mD#mA#mB
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
BmBF#C#mF#C#
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
D#m
is a first class ticket to a lesson
A#mB
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
A#mF#
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
BG#mF#C#
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
F#C#
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
F#D#m
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
A#mG#C#mA#m
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
F#
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
BA#mC#mD#m
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
A#mC#
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
BF#
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
D#m
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
C#B
be funeral arrangements for your momma
G#mF#
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
C#D#mC#F#C#BF#F#mC#D#mA#mBF#BF#A#m
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
C#D#mF#
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
D#mCG
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
DGmBmAm
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
AG
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
CmG
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
BmA#mA
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
F#mCE
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
C#mGBm
I explain, so many different parts of pain
FAEm
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
CF#B
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
CC#mDm
The cash made some people start to change
CmAmAAm
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
AG
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
DC
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
GCD
You ain't really got the heart to bang
GDCDGDGEmDCG
You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
和弦由 AI 自動分析音訊產生（自動辨識，僅供參考）。
AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 F# 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
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曲解析
《Things Change》調性為 F# 大調、速度約每分鐘 72 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 F#、C#、D#m、B。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
物換星移中掙扎求存，金錢與人性的矛盾交織出成長代價。
主題
探討社會底層生存掙扎、金錢對人性的異化，以及個人在環境與自我之間的拉扯與蛻變。
情緒
充滿矛盾的複雜情緒，包含對現實的控訴、對過去的懊悔、對現狀的警覺，以及隱藏的堅韌。
意象與手法
以「賓士車（Benz）」象徵財富地位，「傷疤（scarred）」隱喻創傷記憶，「玉米（corn on the cob）」與「搶劫（rob）」形成道德對比。透過重複的「hustle」與「change」強調生存壓力，並以「Pro Tools」（音訊軟體）暗喻自我審視與紀錄。
重點句解讀
1. 「All money ain't good money, this I know」
（並非所有金錢都是好的，我深知這點）
解讀揭示對金錢的矛盾態度，雖知貪婪與罪惡的代價，卻仍難以擺脫其誘惑。
2. 「I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone」
（我仍在工作，自朋友離去後便滿身傷痕）
解讀喪友之痛成為生命烙印，提醒成功背後的代價與孤獨。
3. 「You ain't really got the heart to bang」
（你根本沒有真正的心態去對抗）
解讀批判社會底層對暴力的誤解，真正的鬥志需來自內在信念而非表面衝突。
4. 「The cash made some people start to change」
（金錢讓某些人開始改變）
解讀點出金錢對人性的扭曲，暗示純粹與腐化之間的脆弱界線。
適合情境
面對人生轉折時的自我反思、社會現實的批判性聆聽、或在艱困環境中尋找動力的時刻。
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。