What More

[Hook: Tweezie]

I been through hell and back

Still shining where I go

What more can they do to me

What more can they do to me

Yeah, I done seen them fall

Too many done came and gone

What more can they do to me

What more can they do to me

[Verse 1: Maino]

Black roses, streets filled with black hearses

Gats burst, they mothers praying for black children

Police search, handcuff us, they can't hurt us

Tear drops on the same corner they killed Curtis

Fourth bottle, we pop bottles for dead homies

My life haunted, I'm in a ghost but rank calling

Frank Mueller the same jeweler as Sean Combs

She still strip and I'm still sipping so far gone

You can't hate it I got famous but still street

Live long enough now to be called O.G

Yeah, what could they do to a nigga

Look around, I'm the truth to these niggas

If you ain't heard it

Ten murders with one burner

I push further so my kids don't flip burgers

Hustle hard it's like Jordans on red carpets

Two letters, A-R full cartridge

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Nothing

I come through as the God body to fuck the place up

And move around with a bunch of monkeys to bust your face up

Hand on my chest 'cause I know I'm blessed

Ain't no need for doctors

The voice of reason is keeping peaceful, Allah got us

Heavy the hand the of one that's wearing the crown stressing

It's mine to wear when I grow, the tougher my skin be getting

Listen when I talk and be manifesting

It's like the resurrection of Christ in recording sessions

I tell the truth 'til it hurts despite it be all a blessing

The founder of the feeling that niggas could never question

Either way you niggas gon' learn your lesson

Just how I saw the beauty in the hood despite depression

The voice of the suffering man's aggression

Kicking through the door with God is a countless ejection

Speaking in the face of those who abuse how I help them

Lord forgive 'em but I guess that's the cards that was dealt 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Najee Omar]

I carry the weight of ancestors in my walk

Lineage of lynchings and marches locked in my spine

Who gon' break my back

I'm a winged creature soaring above defeat

My laughter flirting with the wind

Who gon' twist my flight

I sip Brooklyn water

Who gon' devastate my thirst

Bulldoze my pride, knock down my stride, not

My hands tell stories of cloud and brick without gloves

Of swallowing bruises and loving to bleed

My blisters give my skin a new type of thickened

Bullets panic at the sight of me

When the flood couldn't drown me

When the walls couldn't silence me

When the stories couldn't erase me

When the dark couldn't consume me

When the crack couldn't crack me

I set fire to myself and ran straight toward the clouds

To give the sky a new blinding light

Call me lit, call me promise

Call me messiah, call me takeover

Let my fist be a ball of flames held high 'til my task is done

Let my roar be a warrior's ballad

A street symphony woven in tears and bass

Let me gift life to the fallen

Resurrect the breath of the silent

Illuminate the promise shadowed hidden behind dim eyes

Let me be a bright future

Still standing, still fighting

Still rising, still here