[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