Dog Pound Mac Miller (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame)

[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 niggas fuck with me 'cause respect
Some fuck with me for the check
Loyalty before royalty, my nigga 'til the death
Came down wit' 'em, came up wit' 'em
Fuck niggas don't fuck wit' 'em
Either you in or you out, ain't no on and off this bus, nigga
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