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Til' My Clock Stop (8th Addendum) Video (MV)




Performed By: Oscar IV
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Raymond White




Oscar IV - Til' My Clock Stop (8th Addendum) Lyrics
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Even though we split roads and all that
Momma I made it
Started from the bottom all on my Drake shit
Now we the top of the playlist
Remember the cold nights, got my eyes closed
Nothing given I prayed it
Then I put the work in, while the moochers get to lurking
Cashing the royalty check, so my momma get a Birken
But the man still gotta pay the rent
Big brother want 10%
The struggle is evident
Courts be burning the videos, shit
So much for the evidence
Got my niggas doing real time
I'm hoping you hear this shit
We all came from a struggle
Whether you stepping up that's another
Use that line as a motivation, climb up out of that rubble
Pour one out
For the homies that will never make it out the gutter
And hold no doubt
Do your best, the riches are coming aye
I see the lies, I feel paralyzed
No matter how low I got hope though
Seeing with my eyes, all this sacrifice
Smiling through the pain I got hope though
I see the lies, I feel paralyzed
No matter how low I got hope though
Seeing with my eyes, all this sacrifice
Smiling through the pain I got hope though
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Started from the bottom all on my Drake shit
Remember the cold nights
Got my eyes closed never giving up
Then I put the work in
Royalty check, my momma get a Birken
Still gotta pay the rent
The struggle is evident
So much for the evidence
I'm hoping you hear this shit
We all came from a struggle
Whether you stepping up that's another
Climb up out of that rubble
To my homies that will never make it out the gutter
Do your best, the riches are coming, aye
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
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Even though we split roads and all that
Momma I made it
Started from the bottom all on my Drake shit
Now we the top of the playlist
Remember the cold nights, got my eyes closed
Nothing given I prayed it
Then I put the work in, while the moochers get to lurking
Cashing the royalty check, so my momma get a Birken
But the man still gotta pay the rent
Big brother want 10%
The struggle is evident
Courts be burning the videos, shit
So much for the evidence
Got my niggas doing real time
I'm hoping you hear this shit
We all came from a struggle
Whether you stepping up that's another
Use that line as a motivation, climb up out of that rubble
Pour one out
For the homies that will never make it out the gutter
And hold no doubt
Do your best, the riches are coming aye
I see the lies, I feel paralyzed
No matter how low I got hope though
Seeing with my eyes, all this sacrifice
Smiling through the pain I got hope though
I see the lies, I feel paralyzed
No matter how low I got hope though
Seeing with my eyes, all this sacrifice
Smiling through the pain I got hope though
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Started from the bottom all on my Drake shit
Remember the cold nights
Got my eyes closed never giving up
Then I put the work in
Royalty check, my momma get a Birken
Still gotta pay the rent
The struggle is evident
So much for the evidence
I'm hoping you hear this shit
We all came from a struggle
Whether you stepping up that's another
Climb up out of that rubble
To my homies that will never make it out the gutter
Do your best, the riches are coming, aye
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma run the world til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
Imma keep it pushing til' my clock stop
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Writer: Raymond White
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