Where Will I Be

[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)