No Fly Zone

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample & Trick Trick] But how much longer, must we share in the masquerade Could've known, it's just a silly little game we play Yeah, okay, what up though? Trick Trick, Nickel Blade said what up, nigga My city no-fly zone, guy Your clearance papers are waiting to be approved Ha ha, BMB Trick Trick, okay, hey [Verse 1: Trick Trick] I'm just a phone call away Come here without permission, I won't hear shit you gotta say Nigga, I created these laws so I enforce 'em All we're coming for is our portion They don't wanna do what we tell 'em so we force 'em With the face full of Timbs and Air Forces Get dead worse than a ho bitch in a foursome I treat you like the Catholic church treat an abortion We call it respect, you call it extortion The big dogs out, put the little ones on the porches This ain't my city, nigga, this my fortress And the kings been in corners In the 'Vettes and 4-door Porsches We don't bust guns, we blow torches Fire from the tip of these bitches for you informants 'Cause it's important willing to risk seeing the warden Or leaving your kids to be orphans; gatekeeper [Chorus: K-Young] And we rolling, always smoking Fuck your mama, fuck your hoes If you ain't getting me what I want My niggas hide in bandanas and sneak up on you Like aye, we do or die 'Cause this is no-fly zone, call it a suicide You should've made a phone call You would've been alright, alright [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm a Rock City boss player, strictly sportswear chain wearer from the Northland Fairlane era Now I'm just an OG, tell the crew to proceed To grow weed with no seeds Then then go pick up the proceeds Product of no sleep Started the car then bought up the whole fleet No problem, 'cause I've been balling since '03 I'm impregnating my bitch left from right Her belly been showin' I'm high off life, they're like, "Yeah, I bet he been stoned" I took the shoes off the whip, now I'm tip-toein' Through your hood with gold feet You can call me Freddy Flintstone I set the bar high like the coliseum roof Ain't no I in team man no U in Trick, Hex, Blade OCB, me, and Proof, nigga, we the we it crew We it, we up crew, we it We on that Michigan state bitch, D Smith 'Fore your plane hit the runway we better hear these here [Chorus: K-Young] And we rolling, always smoking Fuck your mama, fuck your hoes If you ain't getting me what I want My niggas hide in bandanas and sneak up on you Like aye, we do or die 'Cause this is no-fly zone, call it a suicide You should've made a phone call You would've been alright, alright [Outro: Sample 1 & Sample 2 & Sample 3] As of here by the people Detroit has officially become a no-fly zone Thank you for your cooperation Flight four-seven-two has been delayed Please see the representative at the counter for details It's just a silly little game we play