My Peak Chance the Rapper (Ft. Future & King Louie)

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, gotta believe us
Super

[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke, body full of ink
I don't measure it no more, I pour it 'til it's pink
As I'm lifting up the doors, droppin' ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain't barely reach my peak, no
I ain't barely reach my peak, no
I ain't barely reach my peak
As I'm lifting up the doors, droppin' ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain't barely reach 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 (no, no)
I just hit my pastor, it's faster (okay, okay)
They gon' point to Cuba when I pass away (huh, huh)
I probably still be ballin' on my Cast Away (agh)
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 fuck with me (agh, agh, agh)
I'ma keep makin', I make extra payments (agh, agh)
I'm a free agent like the second Matrix (huh)
I'ma make donations till there's reparations (alright, alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright, alright)
I be doing shit they only think about (huh)
I might throw a milli in the Chase account (huh, huh)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the feds, you don't fuck with me (huh)