SOUTH OF FRANCE Lyrics

Pluto

South of France is drinking mud, nigga
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood nigga (Pluto)

Call back to the city, bullets flying

Post on Front Street, start serving dimes
On the way to buy a square, we rock a nine

I was in Little Mexico once upon a time
I started off in these streets, young niggas dying

I done seen a nigga get what′s supposed to come to him
You catch a nigga 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
Hit the strip, they looking at the ice
Sent a European on flight
Try flying in my rifle
All the foreigns came with a title
Some shit a nigga would've killed for, same things on that side of

New level of life from a whole ′nother perspective
The trenches look a little different
When you in the inside of the spectrum
The stars came in the door, that's how I know this one is special
Some things I can't rap about, which I knew this was my destiny

South of France is drinking mud, nigga
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood nigga
South of France is drinking mud, nigga
No matter how far you go, you still gon′ find a hood nigga