SOUTH OF FRANCE lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto

[Verse]
South of France, just drinkin' mud, n*gga
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood n*gga, Pluto
Call back to the city, bullets flyin'
Posted on Front Street, start servin' dimes
On the way to buy a square, re-rock, a nine
I was in lil' Mexico, once upon a time
I started off in these streets, young n*ggas dyin'
I done seen a n*gga get what's supposed to come to him
You catch a n*gga off guard, you better run through him
All the good I manifested came true
Gotta talk about my dark days so you can see my light
Get distracted lookin' at the ice, send the European on flights
Try flyin' in my rifle, all the foreigns came with a title
Somе sh*t a n*gga would've killed for, same things don't еxcite us
New level of life from a whole 'nother perspective
The trenches look a little different when you in the inside of the Spectre
The stars came in the door, that's how I know this one is special
Some things I can't rap about, wish I knew this was my destiny

[Outro]
South of France, just drinkin' mud, n*gga
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood n*gga
South of France, just drinkin' mud, n*gga
No matter how far you go, you still gon' find a hood n*gga