[Intro]
Where we at with it, H?
Jack God
Mafia, what else?

[Verse 1]
I'm done playin’, everything I couldn't, now my son can
Loso got one arm, can count a milli' up on one hand
My one mans taught me how to give a brick a sun tan
Remember me and Poppy, we was grittin’ out that Sundance
From the free-throw line, can hop a split into a jumpman
Thinkin' 'bout the time I tried to empty and my clip jammed
Dwellin' on my life, they left me drownin' in that quicksand
Rottin' on the rock without no money on my wristband
I owe you, it's only us, my crew too unapproachable
N***as never felt no pain with us, they too emotional
Ever since I came into this game, I gave 'em quotables
Poured up off a deuce, high as hell in this vocal booth
You never put no pain in for the gang, it been long overdue
Listening to Gue give me the chills ’cause I know it’s true
Only two n***as in the city really set the tone
227 Concrete Creatures, you know that's etched in stone
What else?

[Chorus]
For every action is a reaction
Strung out on this bag music got me relapsin’
Yeah, know we on that, no catchin' me lackin'
Brodie givin' n***as hashtags and "R.I.P." captions
For every action is a reaction
Don’t make me overreact, we take shit overboard
Real Hellblock drug zone overlord
Live action, you are now rockin' with the Jackson
Let's get it
[Verse 2]
Brand new Aaron Rodgers
Stick big as bamboo, I shoot it quick as Craig Hodges
Feds watching all my social apps, got my mobile tapped
Swapped a hundred racks out in the parking lot of Red Robin
Bag symbol on the hood but we still robbin'
Poker-face joker, tell him, "Welcome to the real Gotham"
Last n***a tried to plot, we had to killshot him
Ever seen three thousand RoxyContins in the steering column?
I'm Criss Angel with them blocks of that Sri Lanka
I David Copperfield my opps and disappear my problems
All the real n***as from my hood either in jail or dead
Them Ten08s the only books a n***a ever read
New levels, new devils, boilin' deviled eggs
Spinnin' like a Tasmanian devil, kept a level head
Leveled up, now these devils wanna level me
They rather see me shackled, wrist or ankle in the level three
What else?

[Chorus]
For every action is a reaction
Strung out on this bag music got me relapsin'
Yeah, know we on that, no catchin' me lackin'
Brodie givin' n***as hashtags and "R.I.P." captions
For every action is a reaction
Don't make me overreact, we take shit overboard
Real Hellblock drug zone overlord
Live action, you are now rockin' with the Jackson