Текст песни So.Ghetto - Педали

My boss is smoking from kilos of hip-hap
My words are running on the heels in the ears of the guys
In the palm of your hand there is an intersection and fate is decided
Looking around, I floated on the waves

I will aim at the target. I'll put scum on a chain
God doesn't care about city, forest or steppe
In his palm, the crossroads of our destinies
Everyone has their own right path - thorny and difficult

And you won't recognize me among the crowd of futurists
This crowd only respects natural born artists
And nedorappers waste time
Create from the heart - you need to understand this simple thing

This music will poke your mind alive
Can you hear it? Yes. And the tower sways at once
We're stuck here for a long time and we don't need medals
Not idle in life, we just pedal

Chorus.
Say anything, we're just making our own music
Sit still, we've seen cool people like you
We see the road ahead, not the bottom
And for now (for now) pedaling