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 - Popu Lady
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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
G#mCmGCm
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
G#Fm
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
G
All money ain't good money, this I know
Cm
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
FmCmA#
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
D#mA#
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
G#Fm
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
CGCm
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
FmCmA#
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
D#
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
FmG#Fm
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
CGBm
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
CmFmG#m
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
EFmCm
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
FmCm
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
A#D#A#
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
FmCEmGCCmFmCmA#DmD#mA#FmCDmBm
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
CmFCmA#DmD#A#
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
FmG#Dm
is a first class ticket to a lesson
CmCGCm
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
FmA#
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
D#Gm
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
FmG#Dm
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
CmGBmCm
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
Em
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
CmFmC
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
A#
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
D#A#EG#mFm
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
CEm
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
GCCm
be funeral arrangements for your momma
CCmFm
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
CA#D#GmFmG#mFmCEmGB
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
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曲解析
《Things Change》調性為 C 小調、速度約每分鐘 72 拍、整體情緒憂傷。主要和弦為 Cm、Fm、A#、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人生軌跡的深刻影響。
主題
探討社會現實、個人奮鬥、金錢對人性的異化，以及成長過程中的自我反思與掙扎。
情緒
複雜矛盾，包含對過去的掙扎與懊悔、對現狀的堅強與清醒，以及對未來的警覺與警愓。
意象與手法
以「Benz」、「Range」等車輛象徵財富地位，「HP tatted」紀念逝去的兄弟，「Pro Tools」暗示音樂創作與自我救贖。透過對比過去與現在、金錢與人性，展現社會底層的生存掙扎與價值觀轉變。
重點句解讀
1. 「All money ain't good money, this I know」
原文All money ain't good money, this I know
解讀金錢未必帶來正面價值，隱含對金錢至上的批判與反思。
2. 「I'm clean, but still some marks remain」
原文I'm clean, but still some marks remain
解讀即便脫離過去的黑道生活，傷痕與記憶仍深植於心，象徵無法完全擺脫過去的枷鎖。
3. 「The cash made some people start to change」
原文The cash made some people start to change
解讀金錢扭曲人性，揭示物質追求對人際關係與道德的破壞。
4. 「You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain」
原文You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
解讀唯有經歷權力與金錢的洗禮，才真正理解社會的殘酷與生存的代價。
適合情境
面對人生轉折點時的自我省思、處於社會競爭壓力下的情緒宣洩、或探討物質與人性關係的深度聆聽。
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）。