[Intro]
Pluto

[Verse]
South of France, just drinkin' mud, n***a
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood n***a, 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 n***as dyin'
I done seen a n***a get what's supposed to come to him
You catch a n***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
Somе shit a n***a would've killed for, same things don't еxcite 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 drinkin' mud, n***a
No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood n***a
South of France, just drinkin' mud, n***a
No matter how far you go, you still gon' find a hood n***a