COLD

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!