Billy Standard, Jhené Aiko - What A Life lyrics

I been through some shit man
But I be on my shit man i decided
That what you give is what you're given
So I been tryna do it right
I been doin' like
Whatever gets me through the night
(What a life) i'm steady always on the go
You steady always on the go
We steady losin' all control what a life

Hey

I told them hoe dem from Bolton
I don't like rats, your a rodent
I had fat bags when I sold 'em
I make sick tracks and I showed 'em
And it's a fact that I blown 'em
And yeah the blast it in Oldham
And listen after they roll 'em
And all these rappers I own 'em
But listen, but listen


I'm doing it better than haters
They're not in my vision
I'm killing 'em softly
They tried buzzing off me
I'm not good at rapping then nobody isn't
I've made a decision
I'm killing these rappers for good
Since you been back on the bud
Heard you been acting a chut
Opened your gob and not keeping it shut
Now you beef with my hood
Not keeping it good
Leaving you people, I'm evil as fuck
You dreaming and scheming of dealing some bud
No murder, I'll hurt ya
You bleeding some blood
Feeling an evil, a demon in people
They lethal and creep up
On people who sleeping
And peelin at feelings and
Seeking for treason
By stealing and not healing your love
Whats up?
But I keep myself to myself so I need nobody
After I sneak a peak of your body
She wanna freak-a leak, the little hottie
And it seems to me, that if I keep it sweet
She gon meet with me and get naughty
Then she made my day, when she say my name
And we play away, cuz you got it, shorty

They say the truth ain't pretty
But comin' from that pretty mouth
The truth is fitting
'Cause you ain't never talkin' loud
And you know plenty
Yea you know what I'm talkin' bout
'Cause you just get me yeah you so pretty
If everything is dipped in gold
Then baby it will never grow
Everything sweet ain't sugar coated

What a life

I flip the, script on these bitches
I ain't talking bout girls
I'm talking bout mans that be bitchin
And think they run the world
But that's a defence mechanism
Thinking he is what he isn't
So his ego's intact, but in fact
I attack, to put him back, on track
Like Boom!
People all look when we enter the room
Hot up the place, it's December in June
Ain't running no car
But they cough from the fumes
High as the skies, and stars and the moon
People be trying, and try what I do
But they be crying, cuz I am reliant
On defying the tyrants who lying to you
But I be, cool about it
I ain't no fool about it
If they havn't heard my name
Then trust me, soon they'll shout it
Cuz if you didn't notice
On every track I go sick
I'd have the game in my hand
If they knew about me never slip man
Always on my shit man killing rappers
You could swear I was a hitman
So watch me kill it
I've gone and made up my own sound
And you ain't Billy
So you don't know what I'm about

They say the truth ain't pretty
But comin' from that pretty mouth
The truth is fitting
'Cause you ain't never talkin' loud
And you know plenty
Yea you know what I'm talkin' bout
'Cause you just get me yeah you so pretty
If everything is dipped in gold
Then baby it will never grow
Everything sweet ain't sugar coated

What a life

Billy Standard's made a mixtape
Made rappers seem like mistakes
With no flow sound like piss takes
But Billy flows in 6 ways and more
And I've been playing it raw
And I've been waiting for
Something special, Bless you
Kill you slow, like this a game of Saw
You're not testing me or impressing me
And not next to me not even close
So don't even joke
Rap after you? you'd feel ecstasy
They laugh at you and you vex at me?
Flow so cold? You ain't stressing me
And now your bitch wanna have sex with me
Then it all falls down
You hear the best of B see, am I with it?
Yeah I'm with it silly "You wanna hear it?"
"yeah spit a lyric Billy!"
Then I show em something like this
They might just call me righteous
On the mic, bust
A flow in their face so they seen it
Everything said, yeah I mean it
I told mans that I'd achieve it
I proved em wrong now they believe it
See a man like me they don't come often
Imagine I was famous
I'd put rappers in their coffins

Billy Standarrrd

Hey

They say the truth ain't pretty
But comin' from that pretty mouth
The truth is fitting
'Cause you ain't never talkin' loud
And you know plenty
Yea you know what I'm talkin' bout
'Cause you just get me yeah you so pretty
If everything is dipped in gold
Then baby it will never grow
Everything sweet ain't sugar coated

What a life