Lyrics COLD - feat. Sarkodie , Joey B

Mad
Mad o
Real shit, real shit
Yeah
Streets yɛ cold, streets yɛ cold
Wah we go eat only God knows
Obrefuo biaa wɔ dreams
That be the steeze
Boys for blow
We all dey chase the cheese and the peace
That′s the roster, roast (shoot)
Innit

No label, I did it
When you hear Krept say roof
That's ′cause we aim for the ceiling
We no dey miss no dealings
Mpaebo a ne me healing
Gyae ntoatoa me wo gyimii
Niggas all stuck in your feelings

Too many enemies
Gotta watch your back
'Cause too many frenemies
If I leave this world I go to Mars
Mene me pen mene me bars
We no go blend we no go pass
Aim for the mula and shoot for the stars
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Aim for the mula and shoot for the stars
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Aim for the mula and shoot for the stars

Already hear the beat go skrr
You already know Obidi gon kill it (yeah)
Sɛ Nyame bɔ naben sei prrr
Mo nyinaa go be in your feelings
Mesore na me phone no gye krrr
Who's on the line? Talk fast I′m chilling (now)
Masore meda beach house
Na mewe me lobster
Drip in ma all-white linen

First of, me mate ne nyinaa
But I just relax and chork
Yese mote peace FM
Sorry, mantie
Na me monitor me cash in stocks
Sɛ mede mo ka mpo a nyɛ radio so
Police barracks and court
Sɛ moka masem na moante me nka a
Nyɛsɛ ebia mesuro
You don′t deserve the back and forth
I keep on dey shit on you niggas

And you know that we gone
Keep on dey live on
Ohemaa come and get your freak on
C'mon
Obi nkyerɛ me how many rappers ah Obede put on
And we don′t cheat on the game
We just keep the heat on
Omese manyini dodo menparki
Buh mehwɛ a, menhu me sizes
(Talk your shit, man)
Sɛ yete me voice a na boys ho po
Meyɛ rap mu ISIS
(Talk your shit, man)
Obede babia wanyini aduro yi
How the fuck say you dey rap like this?
Errrh I guess ebe midlife crisis
Shoot!