Lyrical Breakdown of Trophies - Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trophies - Remix" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Drake weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Trophies - Remix" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Drake employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Drake's narrative.

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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 mothafucka 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 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 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