Young Money – Trophies (ft. Drake) (Audio, Lyrics)

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Young Money Trophies

Seven years ago today, Young Money released its second compilation Rise Of An Empire. Arriving roughly six years after the record label’s first compilation We Are Young Money, Rise Of An Empire found Young Money in a completely different position than when the label initially rose to prominence. The label’s darling discoveries Drake and Nicki Minaj were now members of the upper echelon of Hip-Hop and no longer needed the label, and that same year Tyga began lashing out at Young Money for holding him back. Thus, Rise Of An Empire was a mixed bag and of a commercial misstep for the label. Still, the compilation album did feature some pretty decent tracks, including Drake’s Nothing Was The Same throwaway “Trophies.”

“Trophies” is built upon a fanfare more so than a mere beat. Hit-Boy’s production is grand and victorious, which perfectly suited Drake’s commercial dominance following the release of Nothing Was The Same. The song finds Drake bragging about his progression as an artist as well as his overall influence in Hip-Hop, but “Trophies” is at its best when Drake is stripped of his bravado and admits that his most meaningful accomplishments are the ones that aren’t commemorated with headlines or awards.

“Trophies” may have been Drake’s only contribution to Young Money’s Rise Of An Empire album, but it was easily one of the most impressive performances on the Young Money compilation. What is your favorite cut from Rise Of An Empire?

Young Money – Trophies (ft. Drake)

Lyrics

Had hit records on my demo
Did y’all boys not get the memo
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental, I own that motherfucker
Figured out this shit, it’s simple
My stock been going up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But nigga I do not want to be friends though
I told y’all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song
This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song
This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song
Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, “just because” song
Damn, what’s the move? Can I tell truth?
If I was doing this for you
Then I have nothing left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I’m just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don’t have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don’t have no award for that
Shit don’t come with trophies
Ain’t no envelopes to open
I just do it ’cause I’m ‘sposed to, nigga
Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like, “I heard all your niggas stay where you stay”
House so big I haven’t seen them boys in two days
Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit
Bitch check the numbers, I’m the one who really get it
I told y’all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song
This a doing me and only God can judge song
I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song
Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, “just because” song
Damn, what’s the move? Can I tell truth?
If I was doing this for you
Then I have nothing left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I’m just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don’t have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don’t have no award for that
Shit don’t come with trophies
Ain’t no envelopes to open
I just do it ’cause I’m ‘sposed to, nigga