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'31 & got flavor like BR (Baskin Robbins) | I've come too far to fuckin' stop now!' - Da Killa KC (Full Lyrics Below) Written By Priscilla Hansak a.k.a. Da Killa KC Mixed & Mastered by Shellz & Da Killa KC Produced by Music by XM Lyrics: [Intro] (Shellz scratches) [Verse 1] If I knew then what I know now in the current I'd be more alert of the intentions of a serpent I was thinkin’ they were like me before I could determine We ain't got the same heart, but at the time I wasn't certain Gotta thank God for the insight though School can't teach what I learned on my own Walkin’ that line on a zip tight rope Sometimes a fall off could hurt to the bone Even those moments I tripped my toes I got back on my feet, furthered my zone Craftin’ my rap when I spit my flows Afterlife back to return to my throne I make that permanent music ‘cause I gotta sound that'll always live, everlastin’ More so it's something immortal like I'm bein' forced to ensure I'm forever rappin' Let's not pretend I don't exist, I'm who you should pick (pic) ‘cause I'm steady snappin' (camera flash) If I put down the pen, will you be my friend? I don't give a fuck, that'll never happen Shit, you don't even fathom or comprehend Really mean it when I say I'm honored and I'm appreciative of any compliments "You're hella dope, Killa", thanks for commentin' Wait, then I look again and you're not my friend Deleting me shouldn't be an option when I say a few things you ain't rockin' wit’ Cause' I don't take caution who I offend Wasn't that bad, I'm no villain, y’all Just a lil' Band-Aid, gon' peel it off But you sensitive cats don't feel me, dog Man, you hella soft like pillow talk (I.E.) [Chorus] I been waiting for my time, yeah God has reason why that's not now Anybody else would give up I've come too far to fuckin' stop now I've come too far to fuckin' stop now I've come too far to fuckin' stop now I've come too far to fuckin' stop now I've come too far to fuckin' stop now [Verse 2] 31 and got flavor like BR Little bitta both Life Saver & Sweet Tart Get bitter, but most say Ima sweetheart 'Cause I give game, I ain't playin' that weak card So many times been denied any help Tables have turned and they asking me now If you ain't aware what it's like to excel First you gotta find what you're passionate bout' Got bars like spendin' time in a cell Smuggle in the goods, then I pass em' around Love what I do and I try to propel Definition of blessing: My Dad would be proud Stay in my lane and I run roadblocks I'm in my zone, got my clutch on lock Haters see red 'cause I just don't stop I be gassin' these tracks like a pump go Pop! (Gunshot sound) I love no thot, gave my heart to a Queen She know how to deal any cards that I bring Plus, she a Gem like a part of a ring Yeah, that's my bae (bay), yadadamean? Counting my blessings, I ran outta numbers Yeah, I'm way too cold to get tan in the summer Bitch, I got that crack you would hand to a clucker I'm not with the beef, I go ham on you fuckers Like Ah! "She cray", but that's old news I was this way as a snot nose too Ima check you like Nike to cop those shoes 'Cause you think being fakes cool, not so true 'Cause life takes tolls, hope you got the change Gonna be a cost when there's losses gained Shit, I'm livin' with depression and chronic pain But I still keep chuggin' on my Tonka Train (I.E.)