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]
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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
A#mGmA#FmCmC#A#mC#mC#FmCFm
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
G#D#mCmD#C#A#m
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
C#mA#mCmD#A#
I put that work in to win, no problem
A#mD#mA#Fm
All money ain't good money, this I know
CmC#
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
G#D#G#
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
A#mGm
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
GA#mFmD#G#
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
A#mC#
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
G#CmF
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
CmA#mG#
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
D#mG#C#mG#
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
C#GmA#m
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
FmG#D#mG#
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
C#mC#G#
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
CmCCmGA#m
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
C#G#Dm
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
C#G#FmG#C#mC
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
CmG#FmG#FmF#C#G#CmA#mAG#C#FmC#G#CmG#CmC#G#Cm
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
A#mA#FmCmD#C#A#mC#mC#A#mFm
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
CAmFm
is a first class ticket to a lesson
FC#mG#CmA#mC#C#m
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
A#mC#mA#mCm
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
D#A#mA#A#m
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
FmCmD#C#
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
C#mG#CmG#
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
CmFmG#C#D#GmA#m
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
CmFmD#m
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
G#G#mG#C#
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
Cm
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
G#CmA#mD#mA#A#mCmG#
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
DmC#G#
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
Gm
be funeral arrangements for your momma
CmFmG#D#mG#
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
C#G#C#mC#C#mG#CmC#CmA#mA#C#mG#F#A#mG#FG#FmG#AmG#C#mC#A#mC#G#D#mBD#mG#C#A#mC#
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
A#mC#
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
FmC#CmG#CmFm
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
CmG#A#m
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
C#m
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
A#
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
G#
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
D#GmD#
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
FmG#
I explain, so many different parts of pain
F#C#mFmC#
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
G#CmA#m
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
D#mA#mG#
The cash made some people start to change
C#G#C#
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
D#GmCmFm
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
D#mG#G#mG#
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
C#Fm
You ain't really got the heart to bang
CmFmCmGmA#mD#A#mD#AAmC#mAC#mEAF#mEADmDF#mC#mBmAF#mC#mAAmAG#mEC#mF#mAmAAmADF#mC#mBmADC#mG#mEC#mF#mEADAmF#mC#mBmBBmDABmF#mAF#mC#mEAF#mEACDC#mEBmDmA
You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
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曲解析
《Things Change》調性為 G# 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 G#、Cm、A#m、C#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
物換星移間，金錢與環境重塑人性，卻難掩內心深處的掙扎與執念。
主題
成長歷程中的自我掙扎、金錢對人性的影響，以及底層文化對個人的深遠塑造。
情緒
矛盾而複雜，包含對過去的悔恨、對現狀的堅定，以及對人性變遷的無奈與批判。
意象與手法
運用「Benz」（賓士車）、「Range」（路虎車）等物質符號象徵成功，以「Pro Tools」（音訊軟體）隱喻對創作與真實性的追求。透過對比過去與現在的行為（如「hustle」與「cheat」），凸顯環境對人的異化。
重點句解讀
1. 「Bitch things, change, them stay the same」
原文短句揭示命運的荒謬——外在環境可能改變，但人性的貪婪與腐敗始終如一。
2. 「The cash made some people start to change」
金錢成為人性變異的催化劑，點出物質追求對道德與情感的腐蝕。
3. 「I'm clean, but still some marks remain」
即使脫離過去，傷痕與記憶仍如影隨形，反映底層經驗對個人的深遠影響。
4. 「You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain」
暗喻權力與階層的轉換，只有親身經歷掙扎後，才能理解他人的處境與掙扎。
適合情境
適合在反思人生轉折、面對社會現實，或探討金錢與人性關係時聆聽，亦可作為努力突破困境時的動力來源。
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）。