"Central Ave" lyrics

Eban Jackson & REASON Lyrics

"Central Ave"

Central Ave
Used to hit the Coco's 'fore the In-N-Out
I settled in
Gon' see success, you grind the right amount
I seen the lanes, went did my thang and found a scenic route
This greatness, nigga, to reach these levels can't believe in doubt

Can't fall astray
Ain't 'bout that check, don't get the time of day
Remember days, used to put Nike sneakers on layaway
This game we play
Fight of the fittest, I hope you find yo way
They took the crib
Sleeping on granny couch made me switch my ways

The struggle muddy, but never could let it mold me
Still wishing Chucky here, but I know he chillin' with Proby
Drop a nigga in the jungle, I reappear, cheetah clothing
And alligator boots
Snakeskin belt, it's all on me

This off the lonely
Thinking he match with E, I gotta stall jabroni
Lap a nigga, still got the decency double back for homie
Tax collector, ain't no more graces, need everything they owe me
Working 24, had to play the eights, so I ball like Kobe

This a different E, can't say they know me
Showed the distance slowly
Sleepers turn a nigga alarm clock, and that's word to Sporty
Bally stepper, nigga might freeze time with this busted Rollie
Talk don't pay the bills, you gotta show
And came up off of

Central Ave
Used to hit the Coco's 'fore the In-N-Out
I settled in
Gon' see success, you grind the right amount
I seen the lanes, went did my thang and found a scenic route
This greatness, nigga, to reach these levels can't believe in doubt
It's Central Ave

Used to hit the Coco's 'fore the In-N-Out
I settled in
Gon' see success, you grind the right amount
I seen the lanes, went did my thang and found a scenic route
This greatness, nigga, to reach these levels can't believe in doubt

I came up off Central Ave
We put our Arco on a pedestal
Stole every day
We rushing doors if you don't let us thru
Our colors blue
Yeah, I ain't bang, but them my brothers too
Grew up at Mills
Ironic, Mills is what I'm heading to

The bougie city
A lotta hoes that's on my schedule
I caught that blue D Line from school
If I missed that, I'd pedal thru
Lotta my homies bang
I tried to stop them, but they never do
They let me and P slide
But that's the rules when you get active

You play sports, you can be absent
Throw a pass, you get passes
I could shoot, but that never stop me from getting shot at, my accident
Caught a couple fades in race wars
Oh my God, our ass was whipped
Rushed in too quick without the bros
That's gonna be my consequence

Function in the city, know it's hoes up in that bitch
I was at the Carson Hall when it was barely stores up in that bitch
Treated DA like horny females, I rose up in that bitch
Swear Del Amo be the hub
You from Carson, know it's love, Reas

Central Ave
Used to hit the Coco's 'fore the In-N-Out
I settled in
Gon' see success, you grind the right amount
I seen the lanes, went did my thang and found a scenic route
This greatness, nigga, to reach these levels can't believe in doubt

It's Central Ave
Used to hit the Coco's 'fore the In-N-Out
I settled in
Gon' see success, you grind the right amount
I seen the lanes, went did my thang and found a scenic route
This greatness, nigga, to reach these levels can't believe in doubt


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