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Pluto | South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga | No matter how rich I get, I still feel like a hood nigga, Pluto
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' 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 niggas dyin' I done seen a nigga get what's supposed to come to him You catch a nigga 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 nigga 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 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
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