From the block to the streets, Andrey’s got no chains, Moped Lapp, now he’s ridin through the rain. Used to be a soldier in the main boisene squad, Now he's on his own, feelin like a god. Life’s movin faster, every mile a new pace, They call him a ghost, but he don’t need their face. 600 in the stash, not a worry in sight, Andrey’s on the moped, feelin pure flight.