[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