SOUTH OF FRANCE LYRICS – FUTURE

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[Intro]
Pluto

[Verse]
South of France, just drinking mud, n!gga
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood n!gga, Pluto
Call back to the city, bullets flying
Posted on Front Street, start serving 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 dying
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 tru
otta talk about my dark days so you can see my light
Get distracted looking at the ice, send the European on flights
Try flying in my rifle, all the foreigns came with a title
Some s*it a n!gga 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

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