Cyclo-Flo' - Over What? Lyrics

Finally God gave me the go
Lights, camera, showtime
Then I gat the bag
You mad about my goldmine
I had to give them space
Talking about the whole nine
Cos these ain't the same (Same)
I knew from back in '09
What, over what, over what
Cos I said it I did it
Now you mad at my oracle
So I... over what, boy over what
But I dey pepper you pass
Madam park well ofaku
I can see you in your shackles
No paddle in your puddle
Can never fit in my shoes
Cos my sneakers gat broken buckles
I could see it in your eyes
When money dey you dey rally
A thousand of you in my hills
But no one in my valleys with me
Was ride or die
When we was all in the gutters muddy
Guess the feelings changed
Reservations at 40/40
Fiending for my range
With wifey knocking off naughty shorties
Down to your division
Where decisions are ever ugly
So I'm cynical, taking life critical
So I'm cynical, taking life critical (Never cried when I leave)
So I'm cynical, taking life critical (Only left when I cried)
In his eyes the answers that I seek
And finally I decided that
Finally God gave me the go
Lights, camera, showtime
Then I gat the bag
You mad about my goldmine
I had to give them space
Talking about the whole nine
Cos these ain't the same (Same)
I knew from back in '09
What, over what, over what
Cos I said it I did it
Now you mad at my oracle
So I... over what, boy over what
But I dey pepper you pass
Madam park well ofaku
And what, over what, over what
Cos I said it I did it
Now you mad at my oracle
So I... over what, boy over what
But I dey pepper you pass
Madam park well ofaku
Prosthetic friends are in the way
Wanna rain on your parade
Cos they jealous of your sun
And they tired of the shade
I'm loving through the fears
Crucify me jeers ain't spares
But be sure to find me chilling
Like inside Ikenna benz
Walahi, Some friends are pennies
Two-faced and worthless
Scratched on every side
Dey form spotless
It's summer time, oya Samjay begin grill
More wins on every side
Finally God gave me the go
Lights, camera, showtime
Then I gat the bag
You mad about my goldmine
I had to give them space
Talking about the whole nine
Cos these ain't the same (Same)
I knew from back in '09
What, over what, over what
Cos I said it I did it
Now you mad at my oracle
So I... over what, boy over what
But I dey pepper you pass
Madam park well ofaku
And what, over what, over what
Cos I said it I did it
Now you mad at my oracle
So I... over what, boy over what
But I dey pepper you pass
Madam park well ofaku