[Intro]
Rotten Riddims

[Chorus] x4
I've gotta make what this year?
Out of the hood, off the block this year
Even a nine to five's a lot this year
Band new if I gotta cop this year

[Verse 1]
I've gotta make change this year
Money making's on my brain this year
In my bank account, I wouldn't stand
Come out of papers, so that's the aim this year
I sell food that flames this year
I'd rather sell beats, get paid this year
I've gotta get in the game
Let DJs know that I'm hot, gonna explain this year
There's no time to gaze this year
You see me, I'm done with freebies
This is a CD for cheddar, it's change this year
I need my own paycheck raise this year
I'm trying not to drink or blaze this year
Or end up inside the cage this year
I want my name in the game like Little Wayne
It's about P's plus fame this year

[Chorus] x4
I've gotta make what this year?
Out of the hood, off the block this year
Even a nine to five's a lot this year
Band new if I gotta cop this year

[Verse 2]
I've gotta make P's this year
More P's than other MCs this year
You can ask Money
The way we move gully off MySpace
We're gonna make cheese this year
Collaboration for fees this year
No time for no enemies this year
I'm putting the work in, I'm determined
I gotta make P's like Jesus year
I'm doing me this year
Big things I've gotta achieve this year
Next year might be my best year
But for now, I'm going on crease this year
You might see me overseas this year
With a bottle of champagne, lean, this year
They used to think that Dot was a par
But I watch the faces turn green this year

[Chorus] x4
I've gotta make what this year?
Out of the hood, off the block this year
Even a nine to five's a lot this year
Band new if I gotta cop this year

[Verse 3]
I gotta make cash this year
And have the grime scene on smash this year
Mixtapes in store, digital downloads
And clothings makes like a stack this year
I swear there's no time to slack this year
I want my name on the map this year
When I'm on track, I'm a tyre
And you ain't got a driver license to craft this year
Living my big 'shut your trap' this year
They won't give you a stage to act this year
Come with a screw face, do with your thing
But the whole scene's got my back this year
On mic I'm a pro, that's facts this year
So I defend or plus attack this year
My name's Dot Rotten, I came from rock bottom
So you won't see me relax this year

[Chorus] x4
I've gotta make what this year?
Out of the hood, off the block this year
Even a nine to five's a lot this year
Band new if I gotta cop this year

[Verse 4]
We're OGz
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're OGz
And on top of that we're OG's
We're OGz
Everybody knows we're OGz
Everybody knows we're OGz
And on top of that we're OG's
H double O-D-S-T-A-R-S, yes
H double O-D-S-T-A-R-S, yes
H double O-D-S-T-A-R-S, yes
H double O-D-S-T-A-R-S, yes