(Intro) At 20, you’re a storm, a blaze, a spark, Dreaming of crowns, but you don’t see the dark. You think one hit’s enough to conquer the game, But life’s lessons are carved in struggle and pain. (Hook) No lucky punch, no random break, Success is the shadow of sweat, blood, and stakes. It’s the hits that connect when no one can see, Because greatness is born where doubt used to be. (Verse 1) A lucky punch? A tale for the weak, For those who dream big but never bleed. Success isn’t sudden, it’s coal in the night, Burning and glowing, far from the light. Everyone’s running, but few learn to fall, You want the crown? Then answer the call! The truth bites hard, it stings like a thorn, It’s in the shadows you grind, where legends are born. (Hook) No lucky punch, no random break, Success is the shadow of sweat, blood, and stakes. It’s the hits that connect when no one can see, Because greatness is born where doubt used to be. (Verse 2) By 30, you learn: visions are lies, If the world doesn’t care, your idea will die. The market’s no friend, it shows no grace, Only those who endure will win the race. Your product was perfect, but no one cared, You hoped—but hope is a drug that leaves you impaired. What matters is sweat, the love of the grind, Only those who reshape will stand the test of time. (Bridge) A punch that changes it all? A dream for fools, Success grows like roots in the coldest of soils. Every jab, every step, shapes the stone, Until it shines like steel you’ve hammered alone. (Hook) No lucky punch, no random break, Success is the shadow of sweat, blood, and stakes. It’s the hits that connect when no one can see, Because greatness is born where doubt used to be. (Outro) At 50, you look back, full of pride and rage, The scars are your map, burned into the page. Now you know: no single hit made you rise, It was falling and standing that sharpened your mind. So move, strike back, let your rhythm ignite, No lucky punch defines you—only your eternal fight.