Future - SOUTH OF FRANCE

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