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letra de the fall off - kingdotty

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(verse 1)

-they said i peaked, that i reached my prime,-
-but i’m still climbing, defying time.-
-lessons learned from every loss,-
-i rise again, despite the cost.-

-fell from grace, they watched me stumble,-
-whispers loud, eager to see me crumble.-
-but in the shadows, i found my light,-
-rebuilding strength, preparing to fight.-

-echoes of doubt, they filled my ears,-
-but i transformed pain into my peers.-
-each scar a story, a badge i wear,-
-proof that i endurеd, that i still care.-

(verse 2)
-this is thе fall off, but not my end,-
-a chapter closed, a message i send.-
-from ashes risen, stronger than before,-
-breaking chains, ready to soar.-

-critics talk, but they don’t know,-
-the battles faced, its a boat load.-
-but n-gga i stand, unshaken, tall,-
-turning setbacks into my call.-
-they measure success by fleeting fame,-
-but i define it by the flame.-
-the fire within that keeps me going,-
-through storms and trials, ever growing.-

they said i lost it, said i was done
but f-ck that noise, i’m not the one
counted me out, now watch me climb
built from pain, forged in rhyme

every scar’s a godd-mn badge
a tale of war, not just a scratch
try to box me? i break the frame
this ain’t revenge—this is reclaim

(verse 3)
-in solitude, i found my peace,-
-a silent strength, a sweet release.-
-no longer chasing hollow praise,-
-i’ve found my path, set it ablaze.-

i’ve bled in silence, fought through h-ll
no handouts, just stories to tell
f-ck the fame, keep the lies
i’d rather fail than live disguised
can’t fake peace when you’ve seen war
but i wear my truth like armor worn
this grind’s not for the weak at heart
it’s for the real ones torn apart

i buried dreams just to survive
lost some brothers, kept hope alive
made mistakes i still replay
but i’d relive them everyday

late nights with demons at my side
i made a throne where pain resides
turned my scars into a map
each one leads me back from the trap

don’t need the claps or fake respect
i move in silence, self-reflect
the cost was high, the cuts were deep
but i fight to get what i need

so let ’em talk, let ’em doubt
i’ve lived the sh-t they rap about
while they pretend with empty bars
i built my name from broken parts

- kingdotty

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