[Verse 1: Cohiba Season]
Went from brick city
New Jerz to homicidal CT
Gun waving New Haven
Up to bean town with my Haitians
Back to Bx where my pops at
Four train they clip cops at
Miami with more zoes
Jits tucking them four-fo's
Don't sign papers won't make statements not looking at no photos
North co*k it back where them bloods at
Bust down to them dub sacks
Then sell those
Quarter piece become elbows
I ain't gotta look hood just to be hood n***a
So what's good n***a?
[*laugh*]
[Chorus]
Went from project to project
Project to project
I went from project to project, working on a project
To get my a** up out them projects
[Yea]
Project to project
I went from project to project
I went from project to project, working on a project
To get my a** up out them projects
[Verse 2: Cohiba Season]
Yea, I ain't ever have to claim a gang
Still out getting to it like money ain't a thang
Real recognize real, I ain't saying we the same
But it's rules to this game, no matter the terrain
Everybody gotta eat
[Little n***as riding in the street]
Can't scrap so he's strapped with the heat
Eight ball in his sneak
Vamp life can't get no sleep
Why you think we cut throat in the east
Youngin' in the same clothes for a week
[But he getting it]
Pyrex vision, when he whipping it
f**ing up the dishes in the kitchen
But he getting to the chicken
So it's worth hearing the b**hing
[f** it]
I'm gonna get that dough
I'm gonna flip that snow just to get back mo'
I'll let the big mac blow
Said he want beef so, I'ma let his b**h a** go
[In the projects]
[Outro]
Project to project, working on a project
To get my a** up out them projects