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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 true Gotta 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. SOUTH OF FRANCE lyrics – Future : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com