H.P.I.C. lyrics

[Hook: Bodega Bamz]
I'm the H.P.I.C; Head Papi In Charge
Alejandro Sosa, Pablo Escobar
Fiction and facts, plastic or Saran wraps
Real life sh*t, talking 'bout y'all
I'm the H.P.I.C: Head Papi In Charge
Alejandro Sosa, Pablo Escobar
Fiction and facts, plastic or Saran wraps
Real life sh*t, talking 'bout y'all

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
Finger f*cking the b*tches of all these famous rap stars
Who cares about money they put my name next to yours
I don't wanna make friends, just making ends with the bars
I'm tired of hearing the same old f*cking song
What happened to thugs? It's like there's only room for love
Everybody is cool, they all a part of one blood
Well f*ck Illuminati, f*ck a Mason, all above
This is rap, where's the competition?
Just a bunch of hoes, catching feelings, quiet dissing
I'm from where you say, "f*ck that n*gga"
And say his name in his face and pull the trigger
Too many lawyers, not enough law breakers
Everybody's vocal, bring the jawbreakers backstage
n*ggas copping pleas, get on Twitter with a different story
My heart chilly like Palmer, that's what you get, shorty
I'm not concerned with the riches they see
'cause every dog has his day, even vicious as me