Chuuwee - The Social Network lyrics

[Verse 1] I think I have other problems in life than who i'm f**in' tonight Tonight, hope you f**in' her right I think I get more joy out of j**elry than trying to find a wife Cause I could be alone for majority of my life Who thinks I'm the sh**, and who tells me i'm white How many retweets and how many pics liked The how many pic likes I have, that sh** is trife I'm happy with some money and a way to catch a ride I'm a simple man Who doesn't understand the system of the simpleton To act like you got it until you get it, then you get it And theres one way newer you gotta go and get it Its the cycle of life, yes here we go again Standing on the podium, hopin' my sh** is potent While they throwin' paper airplanes at me and makin' joke to me I thought the dreads and a pistol [...?] Let them n***as know I ain't ever been on no bogus sh** [Hook] How do you make cheese when social status is king Social status is king You can be anyone in the world if you can afford the fees If you can afford the fees You can be famous part of the world the rest they ain't never seen The rest they ain't never seen You can be heavy in popularity but empty in esteem And sadly thats the way that it seems If its not about cars, clothes, ho's, dough Then they don't wanna give it a chance Or if it ain't bumpin' all over the world They could give a f** if its the sh** in Japan You could be anyone in the world, Anywhere on the planet Put the money in the palm of a hand They say they sold souls to the devil just to execute plans Shoulda sould your soul to the man, Cause he a cash out [Verse 2] But sh** thats if you want to take the fast route Cash route, sold out concerts cashed out All you gotta do is see something they can't spot You can be the man if you put it in a grand spot I have life solved to a teeth, Took a hit of DMT That had dissolved in my teeth, If you've seen what i've seen Then you too could be supreme Cause we melanated, we are Anti-Amer-i-can The whole world only wanna win like sheen Find a pair of nice jeans on sale, life dreams First world problems, serious as they seem They don't really mean a thing, ungrateful human being Its a war on terror going since I was a teen A war on d** turning everyone to fiends The moral of the story though is you could live free Listen when the melanator speaks