Songtext von SOUTH OF FRANCE

Pluto South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood nigga, Pluto Call back to the city, bullets flyin' Post on Front Street, I'm servin' dimes I'm waitin' by a nine I was in lil' Mexico, once upon a time I started off in these streets, young niggas dyin' I seen a nigga geeked, was supposed to come to him You catch a nigga off guard, you better run through him All the good I manifested came through Gotta talk about my dog day, so you can see my life Get distracted lookin' at the ice Send the Europeans on flights Tryna fly in my rifle All thecame with a title So I'm nigga with the, same things don't excite us New life, whole another perspective The trenches lookin' little different when you are in the inside as a The stars came in, that's how I know this when it's special Some things I can rap about which I knew this was my destiny South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood nigga South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga No matter how far you go, you still gon' find a hood nigga