Vic Mensa

Vic Mensa - Heaven On Earth lyrics

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(feat. The-Dream)



[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



[Hook: 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

f**k 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, f**king '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



[Hook: 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

You really 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



[Hook: 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 f**k up!)

I said "Shut the f**k 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 said, "Step the f**k 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
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