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 n*ggas 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 motherf*ckin' backs
And crack to sell, can't go back to jail
Pack tail and help this young n*gga stack some mail
And crimes in the New York Times ain't gettin' better
And Lord knows this sh*t 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 f*ckin' 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 b*tches
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 b*tches
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 motherf*ckers 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 b*tch
Jealous n*ggas 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, n*gga, 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas that I run with
Stackin' figures, smackin' n*ggas, 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 f*ck I wanna, and I wonder

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I'll be f*cked up and weeded, no introduction needed
Get your hoochie hot enough to eat it
As I proceed to kick the G sh*t, I'm buckin' foes
And duckin' hoes, suppose that
They can catch me off f*ckin' toes
And even though I'm still high, I'm thuggin' till I die
Never let these b*tches catch me with my eye's closed
Got bullet holes in my buildin', seen the death of many children
Between us, them n*ggas 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 b*tches
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 b*tches
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 sh*t, you fool)
(Uh uh)