Lyrics Oh Gosh - Elf Kid

Oh Gosh

E-L-F K-I-D, I rep the borough B-L-U-E
If it ain’t The Square, it’s YGG
I do G-R-I-M-E
Lewisham Highstreet where you’ll find me
Get jacked for your phone and then your car key
I rep for the olders and the YGs
Yeah, there’s no one like me
I don’t smoke and I don’t do weed
But I draw gash I draw with ease
I burn down the show if you’re talking P
I got more tricks under my sleeves
We ain’t got dads and we ain’t got P’s but we got plans, soon you’ll see waste
MC’S ain’t worth a happy meal
Wanna clash me Lewisham Mcdeez
So bob your head to the beat and that
Square gang I know you’re screaming that
Mandem I know you’re wheeling that
Gyaldem I know you’re feeling that
So bob your head to the beat and that
Square gang I know you’re screaming that
Mandem I know you’re wheeling that
Gyaldem I know you’re feeling that
Ready get set go
By now you should know I’m a pro
If not you’re moving slow
Ask Tom, Dick Harry or Joe
MC’S push trees and snow
Fictional as Fi Fi Fo
And still you ain’t got dough
Blood I ain’t your cousin or bro
Most you MC’S bore me
I’m south London like Morleys
Trust me I only get better
I’m old school like three wings and chips
Oi boss man gimme some pepper
Man can’t sell me a dream for a tenner
Imma go get her you are no bredder right now
My crew So Solid like mega
So bob your head to the beat and that
Square gang I know you’re screaming that
Mandem I know you’re wheeling that
Galdem I know you’re feeling that
So bob your head to the beat and that
Square gang I know you’re screaming that
Mandem I know you’re wheeling that
Galdem I know you’re feeling that
Couldn’t care less if you’re B-A-D
Or part of a gang with a G-A-T
If you cat my bar like a C-A-T
I’ll link your jaw side with a B-A-T
That’s standard, my don
And this one’s an anthem, my don
No, I never dealt with a silver spoon
Elf Kid weren’t pampered, my don
And you can ask my mum
Ask my grandma, ask my dons
Trust me, I work hard none stop
And I won’t stop 'till my dons are on top
So I don’t care about who’s on what
And I don’t care about who’s on job
'Cos when it comes to music
I always do my job
So bob your head to the beat and that
Square gang I know you’re screaming that
Mandem I know you’re wheeling that
Galdem I know you’re feeling that
So bob your head to the beat and that
Square gang I know you’re screaming that
Mandem I know you’re wheeling that
Galdem I know you’re feeling that
It’s the golden-golden
It’s the golden-golden
It’s the golden-golden
It’s the golden-golden
It’s the golden-golden
It’s the golden-golden
It’s the golden-golden
It’s the golden-golden