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 - 艾敬
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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
CGDmFCmBmDmA
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
CmBmDmCm
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
BmDm
I put that work in to win, no problem
F
All money ain't good money, this I know
AmC
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
A#D#mFm
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
CAmA#
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
CA#
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
D
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
BGDm
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
CmDm
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
CBm
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
A#AF
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
FmF
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
CmBmDm
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
CmBmDm
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
FCmBm
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
DmFCFmEmCA#D#G#mCA#ECA#D#mA#D
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
GDmFmGmGFG
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
GmFm
is a first class ticket to a lesson
GFm
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
GFm
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
GFm
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
FGFm
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
FA#
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
DmDBm
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
GA#
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
DmCBmDm
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
Cm
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
BmDmF
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
C
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
Cm
be funeral arrangements for your momma
G
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
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
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 C 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 C 大調、速度約每分鐘 72 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 Dm、F、G、C。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
金錢與環境的變遷對個人價值觀與生存方式的衝擊與掙扎。
主題
社會底層掙扎、金錢與道德的矛盾、個人成長與記憶的糾葛。
情緒
憤怒中帶反思、掙扎裡隱藏無力、對過去與現狀的矛盾情感。
意象與手法
以「Benz」、「Range」等物質符號象徵地位轉變，用「Pro Tools」暗示創作與現實的距離，透過「scarred」、「marks」等身體記憶隱喻傷痛痕跡，並以「hustle」、「cheat」等詞凸顯生存策略的雙重性。
重點句解讀
1. 「All money ain't good money, this I know」
無論金錢帶來多少利益，其本質仍可能腐蝕人性，反映對金錢的批判性覺醒。
2. 「I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone」
失去同伴的創傷成為人生烙印，暗示社會現實對個人的深層傷害。
3. 「The cash made some people start to change」
金錢不僅改變物質條件，更扭曲人性，凸顯金錢與道德的衝突。
4. 「You ain't really got the heart to bang」
直指缺乏真正決心與勇氣，隱喻對社會暴力與生存遊戲的無力感。
適合情境
面對社會壓力時的自我反思、經歷重大變遷後的情緒掙扎、探討金錢與人性關係的哲思場合。
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）。