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