Heaven On Earth

Do the realest niggas die young?

A question for the gun

That killed 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

This could be

Heaven right

Here on Earth, Here on Earth

This could be (yeah)

Heaven right (listen)

Here on Earth (I don't delete the shit)

Here on Earth(yeah, what up Cam?)

It's your little bro

Been a while since we spoke

But it's hidden fo'

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

Yo, I heard it was some niggas from the Wild 100s

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' 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 Grammys, 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

Now shit'll never ever ever be the same for me

None of this money takes 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 (This could be)

Heaven right (Heaven right)

Here on Earth, Here on Earth

This could be (This could be)

Heaven right (Heaven right)

Here on Earth, Here on Earth

What up lil' Vic?

It's your big bro

Been a while man, 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 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, Smoko, Towkio

You know? Your ride or die homies

'Cause to be honest

Them other niggas is all phony

But you really gotta

Stay off them drugs man, they no good for you

I see 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

This could be (This could be)

Heaven right (Heaven right)

Here on Earth, Here on Earth

This could be (This could be)

Heaven right (Heaven right)

Here on Earth, Here on Earth

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 a 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're 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 round

To drop the bands off to the plug

You could get a round of the cash if you quick

And I know he ain't strapped

Cause 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 in to get a drink

And when he stepped out

He had a bottle of hennessy in his hand

We rolled up

And put that banger to his face(what's up man)

I told him give me

Everything in the car(give me everything)

Nigga everything (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 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 (get the fuck back)

He ain't listen though

His hand moving start reaching again

I was scared (what you're doing)

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