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Protectin' My Soul Video (MV)




Performed By: Datrix
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Christopher Lewis, Daniel Clarke




Datrix - Protectin' My Soul Lyrics
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(I got Mikey with me, for sure)
Went through that pain but I'm back and I'm better
Don't copy no nigga 'cause I'm a trendsetter
Bitch, I'ma king, yeah, I feel like Chris Webber
Bars make you "sthh" like you eatin' some pepper
Like she be injured, you know I'ma stretch her
Cee-Matic a diamond and I'm ready for pressure
I'm f*ckin' with shawty, I do it for pleasure
Had me no bread, now a nigga get fresher
Get to the paper, I'm hustlin', baby (Yeah)
Share with a bitch, now you niggas is crazy (Yeah, yeah)
Workin' like daily, these niggas too lazy (Yeah)
Everywhere here and then there, like pay me
Gotta go save me, nobody gon' save me
Get rich or die, can't f*ck with that slavery
Smoke me too much, now a nigga on- (Bakery)
Protectin' my soul, I ain't lettin' them take me
Try not show, but it's pain in my body
Chop up that weed then I roll me hottie
Cee-Matic my name, bars hit like a shotty
I said I'ma do it, I do it, no prolly
Nowadays, I just been puffin' on runts
2019 I was puffin' biscotti
Niggas get one chance to play, nigga, once
Before he get crunched, nigga doin' them stunts
Know I how I roll, I be rollin' them blunts
Know I got songs for weeks, for months
Stay to myself, I don't speak to chumps
When it come to the rap, technique too tough
Us against them, always bettin' on us
I'ma MC goin' ham, can't touch
Thinkin' it's sweet, get jam, get dust
Ain't rushin', it's comin' my nigga, just trust (I got Mikey with me, for sure)
I went through that pain but I'm back and I'm better
Don't copy no nigga 'cause I'm a trendsetter
Bitch, I'ma king, yeah, I feel like Chris Webber
Bars make you "sthh" like you eatin' some pepper
Like she be injured, you know I'ma stretch her
Cee-Matic a diamond and I'm ready for pressure
I'm f*ckin' with shawty, I do it for pleasure
Had me no bread, now a nigga get fresher
Get to the paper, I'm hustlin' baby (Yeah)
Share with a bitch, now you niggas is crazy (Yeah, yeah)
Workin' like daily, these niggas too lazy (Yeah)
Everywhere here and then there, like pay me
Gotta go save me, nobody gon' save me
Get rich or die, can't f*ck with that slavery
Smoke too much, now a nigga on bakery
Protectin' my soul, I ain't lettin' them take me
Go hard like a menace
Everything real over here, got no rented (Uh)
I'm gettin' motion, no way I'ma end it
I stay in the mix like a motherf*ckin' chemist (Yeah)
She steady throwin' that shit, I'ma bend it
My young niggas gettin' the blue like a leftist (Uh, uh)
I'm goin' hard in the paint like I'm Dennis
A technical foul if you dirty, I'll ref it
Ice, brr (Brr)
Neck on McFlurr' (Brr)
Bitch, I get high, I can hang with the birds (Yeah)
God gotta plan for me, take me to church (Uh)
I roll up a wood for the guys like a birch (Uh, uh)
Gotta go harder, I constantly work
I-I-I fade away from you niggas like Dirk (Like Dirk)
Shit automatic, the money I earn
I'm not playin' 'round with you niggas, I'm stern (On God)
(Yeah, okay Daniel)
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(I got Mikey with me, for sure)
Went through that pain but I'm back and I'm better
Don't copy no nigga 'cause I'm a trendsetter
Bitch, I'ma king, yeah, I feel like Chris Webber
Bars make you "sthh" like you eatin' some pepper
Like she be injured, you know I'ma stretch her
Cee-Matic a diamond and I'm ready for pressure
I'm f*ckin' with shawty, I do it for pleasure
Had me no bread, now a nigga get fresher
Get to the paper, I'm hustlin', baby (Yeah)
Share with a bitch, now you niggas is crazy (Yeah, yeah)
Workin' like daily, these niggas too lazy (Yeah)
Everywhere here and then there, like pay me
Gotta go save me, nobody gon' save me
Get rich or die, can't f*ck with that slavery
Smoke me too much, now a nigga on- (Bakery)
Protectin' my soul, I ain't lettin' them take me
Try not show, but it's pain in my body
Chop up that weed then I roll me hottie
Cee-Matic my name, bars hit like a shotty
I said I'ma do it, I do it, no prolly
Nowadays, I just been puffin' on runts
2019 I was puffin' biscotti
Niggas get one chance to play, nigga, once
Before he get crunched, nigga doin' them stunts
Know I how I roll, I be rollin' them blunts
Know I got songs for weeks, for months
Stay to myself, I don't speak to chumps
When it come to the rap, technique too tough
Us against them, always bettin' on us
I'ma MC goin' ham, can't touch
Thinkin' it's sweet, get jam, get dust
Ain't rushin', it's comin' my nigga, just trust (I got Mikey with me, for sure)
I went through that pain but I'm back and I'm better
Don't copy no nigga 'cause I'm a trendsetter
Bitch, I'ma king, yeah, I feel like Chris Webber
Bars make you "sthh" like you eatin' some pepper
Like she be injured, you know I'ma stretch her
Cee-Matic a diamond and I'm ready for pressure
I'm f*ckin' with shawty, I do it for pleasure
Had me no bread, now a nigga get fresher
Get to the paper, I'm hustlin' baby (Yeah)
Share with a bitch, now you niggas is crazy (Yeah, yeah)
Workin' like daily, these niggas too lazy (Yeah)
Everywhere here and then there, like pay me
Gotta go save me, nobody gon' save me
Get rich or die, can't f*ck with that slavery
Smoke too much, now a nigga on bakery
Protectin' my soul, I ain't lettin' them take me
Go hard like a menace
Everything real over here, got no rented (Uh)
I'm gettin' motion, no way I'ma end it
I stay in the mix like a motherf*ckin' chemist (Yeah)
She steady throwin' that shit, I'ma bend it
My young niggas gettin' the blue like a leftist (Uh, uh)
I'm goin' hard in the paint like I'm Dennis
A technical foul if you dirty, I'll ref it
Ice, brr (Brr)
Neck on McFlurr' (Brr)
Bitch, I get high, I can hang with the birds (Yeah)
God gotta plan for me, take me to church (Uh)
I roll up a wood for the guys like a birch (Uh, uh)
Gotta go harder, I constantly work
I-I-I fade away from you niggas like Dirk (Like Dirk)
Shit automatic, the money I earn
I'm not playin' 'round with you niggas, I'm stern (On God)
(Yeah, okay Daniel)
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Writer: Christopher Lewis, Daniel Clarke
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