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[Intro: Future]
Super
[Hook: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don't measure no more, I pour it 'til it's pink
As I'm lifting up the doors, droppin' ashes on the seats
I ain't barely reached my peak, no
I ain't barely reached my peak, no
As I'm lifting up the doors, droppin' ashes on the seats
I ain't barely reached my peak, no
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that's the FAFSA (line up)
I don't wanna hear about no masters
I just hit my pastor, it's faster
They gon' point to Cuba when I pa** away
I probably still be ballin' on my Cast Away
I just got a text that say keep goin' (alright, alright)
I just got a check that say keep goin'
Hurricane Jericho, born-bred Crane mode
Everything player code, phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don't f** with me
I'ma keep makin', I make extra payments
I'm a free agent like the second Matrix
I'mma make them nations deal us reparations
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon
I be doing sh** they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don't f** with me
[Hook: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don't measure no more, pour it til it's pink
As I'm lifting up the doors, droppin' ashes on the seat
I ain't barely reached my peak, no
I ain't barely reached my peak, no
As I'm lifting up the doors, droppin' ashes on the seat
I ain't barely reached my peak, no