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EST 96 Video (MV)




Performed By: Alaan
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Jonathan Bell




Alaan - EST 96 Lyrics
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Was talking spiritual with brodie
And got in my feelings
Got bible verses on my arm
Yet I been steady sinning
Try to go to therapy to talk
But she ain't seem to get it
Looked in the mirror talked to God
I'm hoping that he listen
Been thinking how hard could it get
Ever since ninety six
Needed a front checked my account
Only had ninety cent
Pockets on e facing eviction
Couldn't pay the rent
Open my wallet wouldn't see nothing
But denim lint
That when I noticed I was chosen
Upgraded my hustle
Making swerves in the open
Polaroid flashing
Got realign the focus
Jumped right in the game
When I ain't even had no tokens
Like brodie showed me how to do it
Time to get it now
Made that first swerve
Was kind of nervous
Two time drive around
Brodie felt fishy about that move
But we still held it down
Done did enough
I'm manning up
Dealing with karma now
Met with my lawyers over zoom
They say we winning trial
And I ain't never been with the hoorah
Swear my uncle did twenty years
So every now and then eat gulag
He had told me to face my fear
Because if I do I'll go too far
My lil nephew want be a gangster
See his mama working two jobs
Think selling out the highest praise
But Grandma think it's Hallelujah
Talked to Kevin was home and alone
Told me he proud of me so
Lately been losing control
Questioning where is my soul
I know that paper is what I'm a reap
Because hustling what I done sown
I thought it was faneto couldn't chief keef
Because them little blunts was always rolled
Was talking spiritual with brodie
And got in my feelings
Got bible verses on my arm
Yet I been steady sinning
Try to go to therapy to talk
But she ain't seem to get it
Looked in the mirror talked to God
I'm hoping that he listen
Been thinking how hard could it get
Ever since ninety six
Needed a front checked my account
Only had ninety cent
Pockets on e facing eviction
Couldn't pay the rent
Open my wallet wouldn't see nothing
But denim lint
That when I noticed I was chosen
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Was talking spiritual with brodie
And got in my feelings
Got bible verses on my arm
Yet I been steady sinning
Try to go to therapy to talk
But she ain't seem to get it
Looked in the mirror talked to God
I'm hoping that he listen
Been thinking how hard could it get
Ever since ninety six
Needed a front checked my account
Only had ninety cent
Pockets on e facing eviction
Couldn't pay the rent
Open my wallet wouldn't see nothing
But denim lint
That when I noticed I was chosen
Upgraded my hustle
Making swerves in the open
Polaroid flashing
Got realign the focus
Jumped right in the game
When I ain't even had no tokens
Like brodie showed me how to do it
Time to get it now
Made that first swerve
Was kind of nervous
Two time drive around
Brodie felt fishy about that move
But we still held it down
Done did enough
I'm manning up
Dealing with karma now
Met with my lawyers over zoom
They say we winning trial
And I ain't never been with the hoorah
Swear my uncle did twenty years
So every now and then eat gulag
He had told me to face my fear
Because if I do I'll go too far
My lil nephew want be a gangster
See his mama working two jobs
Think selling out the highest praise
But Grandma think it's Hallelujah
Talked to Kevin was home and alone
Told me he proud of me so
Lately been losing control
Questioning where is my soul
I know that paper is what I'm a reap
Because hustling what I done sown
I thought it was faneto couldn't chief keef
Because them little blunts was always rolled
Was talking spiritual with brodie
And got in my feelings
Got bible verses on my arm
Yet I been steady sinning
Try to go to therapy to talk
But she ain't seem to get it
Looked in the mirror talked to God
I'm hoping that he listen
Been thinking how hard could it get
Ever since ninety six
Needed a front checked my account
Only had ninety cent
Pockets on e facing eviction
Couldn't pay the rent
Open my wallet wouldn't see nothing
But denim lint
That when I noticed I was chosen
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Writer: Jonathan Bell
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