[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 peaks, no I ain't barely reached my peaks, no As I'm lifting up the doors, droppin' ashes on the seats I ain't barely reached my peaks, no [Verse: Camila Cabello] 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 [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 peaks, no I ain't barely reached my peaks, no As I'm lifting up the doors, droppin' ashes on the seats I ain't barely reached my peaks, no