No Fly Zone Trick Trick (Ft. K-Young & Royce Da 5'9")

[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