Think twice before you make your move
There’s no man that can step on my shoes
I still act like I’ve got nothing to loose, And
They all talk gangster to ones in the room
I can straight through them, there all pretenders
They don’t know about Benz on Blenders

Hydraulic ten tone pressers
They don’t know about loading up weapons
They don’t know about teaching boys lessons
Club bopping, SQ7’s
Holding 38 Smith and Westons
And Now I’m 36, used to cost 27
My team are family not friends
We all stand strong till the еnd
I keep a big sawn off, 410
For them fuck boys that think they are men


What you saying my boy, what you telling me
Pubs tryna bump, he ain’t got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram em off the road in the Cherokee


What you saying my boy, what you telling me
Pops tryna bump, he ain’t got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram em off the road in the Cherokee
They buy Nokia’s and think there ballers
I rate crose, move patch through boarders
The soft boys know they can’t war us
We wear gloves and drive high performance
They already know we’re fly fella’s
Come through, Rolex sky dwellers
Putting work cuzzy, now the lines better
Started from the bottom now the sky’s better
36 Z’d in the whole one
Ram the enemies with the shogun
Banged to rights but never own up
Still got my guns, I never sold none
D53, I’ll put up in the black Benz
38 snob, no, fuck a Mac 10
Them boy pagen, I can’t stand them
I turn up with like 30 of the Manden


What you saying my boy, what you telling me
Pops tryna bump, he ain’t got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram em off the road in the Cherokee

What you saying my boy, what you telling me
Pops tryna bump, he ain’t got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram em off the road in the Cherokee..
Stand behind us, we protect em
If they stand beside us, we respect them
If they stand infront of me
I’ll get a Cherokee jeep
And I won’t stop ramming till we get them
And I’ve grown from nothing up to something
Cold nights but I never stopped hustling
And I’ve grafted every street round London
Real recognise real so we salute Dublin



What you saying my boy, what you telling me
Pops tryna bump, he ain’t got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram em off the road in the Cherokee

What you saying my boy, what you telling me
Pops tryna bump, he ain’t got the pedigree
We go Peaky Blinders on the enemies
Ram em off the road in the Cherokee


Ram em off the road in the Cherokee..