[Intro: Fetty Kev]
Fetty Osama n***a
Coming up and shit, oldheads used to talk to the young n***as, they used to be like
The young n***as that was, wilding and all that, they used to be like
‘Yo you gon’ see ya’ homies go, you gon’, you gon’ see a lot of ya’ n***as go to jail, you might be one of them’
But it’s crazy a lot of shit- a lot of that shit is happening
Fetty Kev n***a
Osama, shoutout to my Osama’s n***a
Raah
Raah

[Chorus: Fetty Kev]
Said I thought I had it all figured out
I ain’t know the half of the half I had to figure out
Oldhead tried to tell me what this life was all about
Damn, damn I thought I had it all figured out
Said I thought I had it all figured out
I ain’t know the half of the half I had to figure out
Oldhead tried to tell me what this life was all about
Damn, damn I thought I had it all figured out
Raah

[Verse 1: Fetty Kev]
Oldhead tried to tell me what this life was all about
Oldhead told me that it’s only two ways out
But I was thinking of a third way
If I get rich what they gon’ say? I know they gon’ hate
Since George died I swear I don’t be drinking the liquor
And it’s crazy ‘cause I was losing in touch with my n***as
They think I’m acting different ‘cause I was keeping my distance
And this is way before I thought about road to the riches
Sometimes you need time to get your mind right
Sometimes you need time outta the spotlight
Cocaine AF-1’s n***a, they all-white
From a place where and-one’s happen like e’ery night
Young black n***a let it sing no Barry White
Celebrate winning, touch down n***a no Jerry Rice
I lost it I got it back I could do it twice
Money nothing to me
Some said they had my back but they fronted on me
Anything I drop heat wave a hundred degrees
Said you really had to been there to see what I mean
We all been through some shit you had to see to believe
Pop a Xan, sip some Hen’, smoking some weed
I do it for the real ones that we lost to the streets
10 hollows in the Glock that’ll heat up the beef
On the block pack on, you ducking police
All these guns go bang ain’t talking to Keef n***a
[Chorus: Fetty Kev]
Said I thought I had it all figured out
I ain’t know the half of the half I had to figure out
Oldhead tried to tell me what this life was all about
Damn, damn I thought I had it all figured out
Said I thought I had it all figured out
I ain’t know the half of the half I had to figure out
Oldhead tried to tell me what this life was all about
Damn, damn I thought I had it all figured out

[Verse 2: Loaded Lux]
Loaded up to Fetty, we go hard hitting routes
Pay for work, all this talent God giving out?
Shit, they say church you could say my bars built a house
Can’t give you room, I grew up sprawled on the couch
Like, my name ringing they calling me out
But call my accounts recall what I recount
Feeling freer than dinner charged to the office account
Better yet Federal Reserve login accounts
Like, with my dogs in the house
Why the light hitters pouring dark liquor out?
Bikini model, that’s all figured out
Then one day she woke up without her drawers and her blouse
Like one day I hope to be who they arguing about
Candy paintings deep as the cars in the south
This ain’t Martin, rock hard to ya’ scalp
‘Cause we ain’t Martian but the starships come out like
All is a bet
5’9” n***a but as tall as it get
My dog on a rest had to call me collect
Wrong or correct, right now I’m all he got left
You-you-you n***as looking like shortness of breath
In this ring we hold court to the death
And I’m figuring what you thought was a guess in this life gon’ put you being sure to the test n***a (beloved)
[Chorus: Fetty Kev]
Said I thought I had it all figured out
I ain’t know the half of the half I had to figure out
Oldhead tried to tell me what this life was all about
Damn, damn I thought I had it all figured out
Said I thought I had it all figured out
I ain’t know the half of the half I had to figure out
Oldhead tried to tell me what this life was all about
Damn, damn I thought I had it all figured out