[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Above all, fuck the law, bitch, I'm on now
Ride around puffin' loud with the top down
Start a goddamn riot in the compound
Turn the whole room into a dog pound
I ain't no motherfuckin' industry rapper
Just a soul that the industry after
They said I wouldn't make a lot of money no more (Yeah)
Fuck with my money and I'm comin' for war, be sure

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Some n***as fuck with me 'cause respect
Some fuck with me for the check
Loyalty before royalty, my n***a 'til the death
Came down wit' 'em, came up wit' 'em
Fuck n***as don't fuck wit' 'em
Either you in or you out, ain't no on and off this bus, n***a
Perfect beats, Bugatti, I just bought a ten million dollar house
Did it independent, now my label wanna help me out
'Cause I got it worldwide, boy, I made it out the south
Guys shy built 250, they ain't want to help me out
Bank account got local bitches, they ain't help me out
Grind it out, drop mixtape after tape
Me and Southside goin' hard, fuck what they say
Fuck this industry, I bet these DJs ain't gon' play Squad
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Above all, fuck the law, bitch, I'm on now
Ride around puffin' loud with the top down
Start a goddamn riot in the compound
Turn-turn-turn the whole room into a dog pound
I ain't no motherfuckin' industry rapper
Just a soul that the industry after
They said I wouldn't make a lot of money no more
Fuck with my money and I'm comin' for war, be sure (Look)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
My rappin' cadence is fascinatin'
This game that I'm calibratin'
Have buildings evacuatin' whenever my name is said
I hate the Federlines, spendin' time gettin' high
Watched over by heaven's eyes, protect me from this genocide
Kill the king, many tried, success is yet to come
When you come across a killer under stress, it's best to run
My mind dots with no limits, shit, a gun is just a gun
When I'm spittin', bone chillin', this ain't shit, I'm havin' fun, uh
You ain't gonna rap like me (No, sir), put a city on the map like me (No, sir)
Sell a beat, bring it back like me, kill tracks when you're half asleep (No)
You ain't gonna chase your dreams (No)
You never gon' live your life (No)
Fuck a movie, gonna make a scene (Let's go)
Sit back, let me hit the lights
Simple knowledge, but it's true
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with you
What you doin' runnin' [?] from a view of love and truth
This a business, no one gives a shit about you (No)
They gon' fuck you up, go and get this bread without you
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Above all, fuck the law, bitch, I'm on now
Ride around puffin' loud with the top down
Start a goddamn riot in the compound
Turn-turn-turn the whole room into a dog pound
I ain't no motherfuckin' industry rapper
Just a soul that the industry after
They said I wouldn't make a lot of money no more
Fuck with my money and I'm comin' for war, be sure