SOUTH OF FRANCE

Pluto

South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood nigga, Pluto
Call back to the city, bullets flyin'
Post on Front Street, I'm servin' dimes
I'm waitin' by a nine
I was in lil' Mexico, once upon a time
I started off in these streets, young niggas dyin'
I seen a nigga geeked, was supposed to come to him
You catch a nigga off guard, you better run through him
All the good I manifested came through
Gotta talk about my dog day, so you can see my life
Get distracted lookin' at the ice
Send the Europeans on flights
Tryna fly in my rifle
All thecame with a title
So I'm nigga with the, same things don't excite us
New life, whole another perspective
The trenches lookin' little different when you are in the inside as a
The stars came in, that's how I know this when it's special
Some things I can rap about which I knew this was my destiny

South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood nigga
South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga
No matter how far you go, you still gon' find a hood nigga