Built around Calling out people who do anything for online attention and clout - selling their soul for likes. Street Wire's raw, unfiltered production carries the concept through trap-hip-hop that rewards repeat listens. "You switched your whole personality last week" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs mocking, sharp. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.
[verse 1]
You'd sell your grandma for a blue check mark
Start a beef for the comment section spark
Film yourself crying then check the analytics
Make sure the lighting's right, that's pathetic
You switched your whole personality last week
Because a trend was popping, now you speak
Different, dress different, think different too
But the only thing consistent is the clout you pursue
Remember when you had a real opinion
Before you traded it for the algorithm's minion
Now you're dancing for the dopamine drip
Another viral moment on a sinking ship
[chorus]
Clout chaser, chasing shadows on a screen
Clout chaser, nothing's what it seems
You'd do anything for the notification ping
Clout chaser, what'd it cost you, everything
Clout chaser, running after fame
But when the likes dry up, who knows your name
Clout chaser, hollow as the sound
Of a phone buzzing in an empty town
[verse 2]
Got a camera crew for a trip to the store
Document the nothing, make the people want more
Crying on camera, call it being real
Calculated vulnerability, what a deal
You faked a relationship for the couple's content
Broke up on live, now you're paying rent
With the sympathy donations from the fans you fooled
Congratulations, clout made you a tool
You pranked a stranger and you called it comedy
Harassed a worker for the clout economy
There's no bottom to the well you're digging
The deeper you go, the less you're living
[chorus]
Clout chaser, chasing shadows on a screen
Clout chaser, nothing's what it seems
You'd do anything for the notification ping
Clout chaser, what'd it cost you, everything
Clout chaser, running after fame
But when the likes dry up, who knows your name
Clout chaser, hollow as the sound
Of a phone buzzing in an empty town
[bridge]
Fifteen minutes is all you get
Fifteen minutes of internet
And then it's over, and then it's done
And you're left wondering what you've become
[verse 3]
Here's the thing about clout, it's not a currency
You can't spend it at the store, it's an emergency
Of the ego, a bandaid on the void
The more you chase it, the more you're destroyed
So put the camera down, live a life worth living
Not for the feed but for the feeling of giving
A genuine moment that nobody sees
That's worth more than a million reposts, believe me
[chorus]
Clout chaser, chasing shadows on a screen
Clout chaser, nothing's what it seems
You'd do anything for the notification ping
Clout chaser, what'd it cost you, everything
Clout chaser, running after fame
But when the likes dry up, who knows your name
Clout chaser, hollow as the sound
Of a phone buzzing in an empty town
