Future – My Peak lyrics

Reid an’ tell his ass it’s time to run it up
Doin’ all this countin’ on my own, I need some new thumbs
I heard they say they gon’ do somethin’ to me
Tell ’em, “Do something”
Live nation checks with my name give me goosebumps
I’ll book a flight for your girl and make your boo cum
Slide on the prey in a day and make the news come
I had a few fights for my life an’ I ain’t lose one
Nothin’ come for free, nothin’ come for free (nope)
When I’m with your spouse, she gon’ cum for me
You don’t want no problems, they go down for me
We can ball an’ kick it, come an’ pump with me, hah
[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 [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
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*ck with me
I’ma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make donations till there’s reparations (alright alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright alright)
I be doing sh*t 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 feds, you don’t f*ck with me
[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 2: King Louie]
I just went on tour an’ got a check to do some sh*t I love
Call up L.A.