Heaven on Earth

[Intro: Vic Mensa] Do the realest niggas die young? A question for the gun that killed my big brother Cam a.k.a. 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 [Chorus: The-Dream] This could be, Heaven right Here on Earth, here on Earth This could be, Heaven right Here on Earth, here on Earth [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Yeah, listen, I hope you're reading this shit, yeah What up Cam? It's your little bro It's been a while since we spoke, what it's hittin' fo' 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 niggas from the Wild 100's That sneaky bitch set you up man Fuck man that shit was 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' Patron Every time I run through your number in my phone I think about bullet holes runnin' through your dome I just saw you that week on 53rd I'm tearing up man, it's hard to put this shit in words It's like Macklemore at the Grammy's, man I just feel like you got some shit you didn't deserve You was a good nigga, but the good niggas Always die young, fucking 'round with them hood niggas I know you had your hands in that dirt, but They ain't have to air you out outside that Kenwood Liquors That shit'll never ever be the same for me None of this money takes the pain from me Yeah, but still for whatever it's worth I'm just writin' you this letter, send it to Heaven on Earth [Chorus: The-Dream] This could be, Heaven right Here on Earth, here on Earth This could be, Heaven right Here on Earth, here on Earth [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] 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 10-4 I ain't surprised I knew you was gonna kill em tho I heard your song "Holy Holy" That shit really touched me you was just a little bony homie To see you in front of thousand 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 niggas is all phony But you know you got to 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'mma see you when it's time Keep your mind on your money and your money on your mind Cause trust me you're gonna get through the worst Sincerely Killa Cam from Heaven on Earth [Chorud: The-Dream] This could be, Heaven right Here on Earth, here on Earth This could be, Heaven right Here on Earth, here on Earth [Verse 3: Vic Mensa & Dreezy] What up young Vic? You don't know my name I'm just another nigga 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 an hour Hold on one sec, he just got out the shower (Who you talking to?) Nothin' I'm just talkin' to my momma Now listen close, I can't talk no louder He got 10 pounds in the trunk He's 'bout to make a run to drop the Benz off to the plug You could get him robbed for the cash if you quick And I know he ain't strapped because I just hid his gun I asked her who the nigga was she ain't say a name But I just had a baby man, I had to make some change I was hurt, 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 a white Ford Explorer shorty just told me to follow He was sittin' on 75th 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 nigga?) I told him, "Give me everything in the car, nigga everything" He start stumbling like "I ain't got anything" (shut the fuck up!) I said "Shut the fuck up man, open the trunk up man Before I gotta let this hammer bang" (I don't wanna shoot you!) He reached for the keys and put him in The trunk popped open, seen the weed in Saran I told him, "Step the fuck back", he ain't listen though His hand moved, he started reaching 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 and then I realized Damn