Heaven On Earth (feat. The-Dream)

Do the realest **** die young?

A question for the gun that killed my big brother Cam AKA DARE

How's life up there?

Do you still laugh like crashing trains?

Do you tag your name on angel wings?

I don't know how time works in Heaven, but it's been a minute

Write me back

Lil' Vic

This could be

Heaven right

Here on Earth, here on Earth

This could be (Yeah)

Heaven right (Listen)

Here on Earth, here on Earth (I hope you read this shit)

What up Cam?

It's your little bro

Been a while since we spoke, what it's hidden for?

Yeah, the other day I saw your sister, bro

Sad it had to be at another funeral

That was a wild summer

Same one that took Rod from us

When I heard they stabbed him in his side

Swear to God, I could feel that shit in my stomach

And yo, I heard it was some **** from the Wild Hunnids

That sneaky bitch set you up, man

Fuck, man, that shit is tough, man

Over some petty ass weed

I was like, "Anybody but Cam"

I called Autumn immediately

Needed someone to feed it to me

I couldn't stomach it on my own

I wanted to throw up like I was chuggin' Patrón

And every time I run through your number in my phone

I'm thinkin' 'bout bullet holes runnin' through your dome

I just saw you that week on fifty-third

I'm tearing up, man, it's hard to put this shit in words

It's like Macklemore at the Grammys, man

I just feel like you got some shit you didn't deserve

You was a good ****

But the good **** always die young

Fuckin' 'round with them hood ****

I know you had your hands in that dirt, but

They ain't had to air you out outside that Kenwood Liquors

That shit'll never, ever, ever be the same for me

None of this money take my pain from me

Yeah, but still for whatever it's worth

I'm just writin' you this letter

Send it to Heaven on Earth

This could be

Heaven right

Here on Earth, here on Earth

This could be

Heaven right

Here on Earth, here on Earth

What up, lil' Vic?

It's your big bro

Been a while, man

But what's good though?

I see you on the road like ten-four

I ain't surprised, I knew you was gonna kill 'em though

I heard your song, "Holy Holy"

That shit really touched me

You was just a little bony homie

To see you in front of thousands of people

Screaming my name, man, that shit did a lot for me

Sometimes, Heaven gets lonely

I talked to your grandma, she said, "Tell Vic I'm proud for me"

I got that little liquor you poured out for me

I was drinking it with Rod, I know that you miss him

I really think you need to keep your squad closely

I mean Joey, Kene, Smoke, Towkio

You know? Your ride or die homies

'Cause to be honest, them other **** is all phony

But you really gotta stay off them drugs, man

They no good for you

I seen you in that bathroom stall, suicidal, with that gun in hand

How could you wanna die?

Shit is so good for you

Heaven ain't that bad though

Just a lot of sunny days, mad dope

I smoked with Kurt Cobain yesterday, he said he liked your shit

And to tell you that you on the right path though

Don't cry, I'ma see you when it's time

Keep your mind on your money, and your money on your mind

'Cause trust me, you gon' get through the worst

Sincerely, Killa Cam from Heaven on Earth

This could be

Heaven right

Here on Earth, here on Earth

This could be

Heaven right

Here on Earth, here on Earth

What up, young Vic?

You don't know my name

I'm just another **** caught up in the street game

I been through things, seen things

I know this might sound crazy, but let me explain

It was a dark night, I got call from this broad, right?

She said, "I'm hittin you about this shit"

Because I know you got stripes like off white

I got a lick for you, you got a car right?

You leaving for my crib in a hour

Hold on one sec, he just got out the shower (Who you talkin' to?)

Nothin', I'm talkin' to my mama

Now listen close, I can't talk no louder

He got ten pounds in the trunk

He 'bout to make a run to drive the Benz off to the plug

You could get 'em robbed for that cash if you quick

And I know he ain't strapped, 'cause I just hid his gun

I asked her who the **** was, she ain't say a name

But I just had a baby, man, I had to make some change

I was hurtin', how could I turn away a stain?

So I called up my brothers like Damon Wayans

We piled up in my Monte Carlo, pulled up to the bitch crib

Seen the white Ford Explorer shorty just told me to follow

He was sittin' on seventy fifth

He bent off Stony and made a stop at the Kenwood Liquors

He ran inside to get a drink

When he stepped out, he had a bottle of Hennessy in his hand

We rolled up and put that banger to his face (Wassup, ****?)

I told him, "Give me everything in the car, ****, everything"

He started stumbling like, "I ain't got anything"

I said, "Shut the fuck up, man, open the trunk up, man

Before I gotta let this hammer bang"

He reached for the keys and put 'em in

The trunk popped open, seen the weed in Saran

I told him, "Step the fuck back"

He ain't listen though

His hand move, he started reachin' again

I was scared, I ain't gon lie, that's what it was

I thought he had a gun, my eyes went black

I let two shots go

Before I knew it, he was layin' in the ground in a puddle of blood

I know it ain't right, I think about it every night

I ain't even mean to take his life

We livin' in the streets where ain't shit free

And your man just had to pay the ultimate price

A week later, I saw your post on the 'Gram

R.I.P. DARE with a picture of him

I recognized the face from somewhere, then I realized

Damn