Contest

Prelude

Shadows in the cut, where the hunger’s bred

Eyes on the grind, never sleep in my stead

Pressure in my veins, got the will to invest

Every move laying claim, I was born to contest

Build

Heavy with the lesson from the dirt and the loss

Sprout out the struggle, see the worth in the cost

A cold world planted hard roots in my chest

Never run from the struggle, I was built for the test

Intro

Yo, from the Ville to the Midwest, feel that bass

Snap drums, violins creeping in, it’s serious

Buck Shot, contest ready

Verse 1

Born and bred out the pines where the frost hit

Cold nights, plotting moves, gotta cross it

Dreams heavy, dirt roads in my rearview

North Carolina flames, got a daring crew

Stepping up in the contest like a war zone

Minds sharp, steel nerves, every bar grown

Gunning for that mula, never half-thrown

Number one, manifest it with the backbone

Chorus

Buck Shot from the Ville, I came to contest

Gunning for the mula, I ain’t taking no rest

Eyes on the top, I’m claiming my run

Midwest beats bang, I’m the number one

Verse 2

Hear the deep bass inside, it’s a blood oath

Promise to my kin, never slip, never coast

Fingers on the snap, but my fists on the grind

Carolina raised, now the Midwest’s mine

Face a dark path, but the journey’s pure

Opposition talk weak, but my purpose sure

From the pine trees to the city, no reverence lost

Every battle’s got scars, but I paid my cost

Chorus

Buck Shot from the Ville, I came to contest

Gunning for the mula, I ain’t taking no rest

Eyes on the top, I’m claiming my run

Midwest beats bang, I’m the number one

Verse 3

Grind in my genes, got my hustle on lock

Level-headed in the scheme, eyes peel for the shock

Hard times taught me, can't fake what you live

Ran through the struggle, now there’s nothing to give

Legacy written in the sweat from my brow

Snare in my soul, hear that violin howl

Snap to the snare, I survive through the frost

Mula on my mind, know the line that I crossed

Chorus

Buck Shot from the Ville, I came to contest

Gunning for the mula, I ain’t taking no rest

Eyes on the top, I’m claiming my run

Midwest beats bang, I’m the number one

Outro

Step to the edge, let the silence break

Roots from the pines, never prone to fake

North Carolina Boy with a reason to rise

Dark style, contest, see the fire in my eyes