SOUTH OF FRANCE

Pluto

South of France, just drinkin' mud, ****

No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood ****, 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 **** dyin'

I done seen a **** get what's supposed to come to him

You catch a **** 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

Some shit a **** would've killed for, same things don't excite 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

South of France, just drinkin' mud, ****

No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood ****

South of France, just drinkin' mud, ****

No matter how far you go, you still gon' find a hood ****