[Intro: Future]
Super
[Hook: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of [?]
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
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA
I don’t wanna hear about no masters
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster
They gon’ [?] the cuban when I pa** away
I probably still be ballin’ when I pa** away
I just got a text that say keep goin’
I just got a check that say keep goin’
[?], [?]
Everything [?], 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’mma 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 [?]
[Hook: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of [?]
I don’t measure no more, pour it til it’s pink
[As I’m lifting up the doors?], [?]
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no
[As I’m lifting up the doors?], [?]
I ain’t barely reached my peak, no