Where Will I Be

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi] As I think back to what the whippers on the rear was for And take look at all my niggas who ain't here no more And all that wheelin' and dealin', ain't lookin' appealin' 'Cause now I got a funny feelin' for a million And hey, around my way, Young Thugz stay strapped With extra ammo on they motherfuckin' backs And crack to sell, can't go back to jail Pack tail and help this young nigga stack some mail And crimes in the New York Times ain't gettin' better And Lord knows this shit won't last forever These days for the cream and thangs, teens'll black out Some cracked out, hit the pen max out Come home and blow her fuckin' back out 'cause life's a task I'm tryin' to earn some cash without that Burnin' mass and still I ask [Pre-Hook: E.D.I. Mean] Where will I be this time next year? Will I survive or die? Yo, will I still be here? [Hook: 2Pac, E.D.I. Mean, Kastro, Young Thugz] Success, draped in riches, havin' sex with the baddest bitches But I was only 17, Young Thug wantin' cream and thangs My homie couldn't help but dream of fame, and still I wonder Where will I be this time next year? Will I survive or die? Yo, will I still be here? Thinkin' about, success, draped in riches Havin' sex with the baddest bitches But I was only 17, Young Thug wantin' cream and thangs The homie couldn't help but dream of fame (Hahahaha) [Verse 2: Kastro aka K-Dogg, E.D.I. Mean, 2Pac] All I see is crack fiends and drug dealers And cops will stop beam schemes and chrome wheelers When will these motherfuckers really feel us (I don't know) Maybe if we illed out and turned into killers (Yep) I dream that, one day, I'll be rich, and be on every bitch Jealous niggas hit list, I see you comin', and I ain't runnin' It's way too late and if I got to die young, then it's just my fate I'll be a thug, nigga, the same time around next year (Thug Life) No lie, if I cry then it be Tek tears, '97 Probably be Hell or Heaven for a nigga like me But I'ma keep bailin', there ain't no tellin' where your homie'll be And it ain't just only me, but all the niggas that I run with Stackin' figures, smackin' niggas, and havin' fun, it's done with (Why?) 'Cause in a flash, my ass can be a goner so I'ma puff blunts And get drunk when the fuck I wanna, and I wonder [Verse 3: 2Pac] I'll be fucked up and weeded, no introduction needed Get your hoochie hot enough to eat it As I proceed to kick the G shit, I'm buckin' foes And duckin' hoes, suppose that They can catch me off fuckin' toes And even though I'm still high, I'm thuggin' till I die Never let these bitches catch me with my eye's closed Got bullet holes in my buildin', seen the death of many children Between us, them niggas killed them All these stressful ass memories, all I can see Is all the homies that I witnessed bleed, it's killin' me [Pre-Hook: E.D.I. Mean, Kadafi's Daughter] This is my daddy's mixtape Will I survive or die? Yo, will I still be here? [Hook: 2Pac, E.D.I. Mean, Kastro, Young Thugz] Success, draped in riches, havin' sex with the baddest bitches But I was only 17, Young Thug wantin' cream and thangs My homie couldn't help but dream of fame, and still I wonder Where will I be this time next year? Will I survive or die? Yo, will I still be here? Thinkin' about, success, draped in riches Havin' sex with the baddest bitches But I was only 17, Young Thug wantin' cream and thangs The homie couldn't help but dream of fame [Outro: Kadafi, Kadafi's Daughter] Fame What? So, what? So, what? So (I think that's some real shit, you fool) (Uh uh)