[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
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
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