[Verse] Snapbacks tipped low, voices loud in the hall, Lunch trays lined up like a beat on the wall, Not just kids with sandwiches, dreams on the rise, Future legends cookin’ up truth under lunchtime skies. Pages worn with scribbles, notebooks thick with time, We drop bars in the cafeteria, rhythm and rhyme, Every table’s a studio, every chair’s a throne, Mic check in the commons, this spot’s our zone. [Pre-Chorus] Pens dripping like the bass, every line is a spark, Building castles from words in the daylight and dark, [Chorus] At the lunch table, kings and queens of the craft, Words spinning gold from the stories we draft, From chalk to the beat, our legacy grows, Future producers and poets, watch how it flows. At the lunch table, where the fire ignites, Voices rise up, taking over the nights, Every rhyme a seed, every verse a rose, In this courtyard kingdom, see how it grows. [Verse] Echoes bounce off lockers, a symphony tight, Pens like weapons, breaking silence with might, Each note a blueprint, each phrase a spark, We’re architects of sound, painting life from the dark. No walls can contain the dreams we devise, From humble beginnings to stadium highs, Every lunch break’s a session, crafting the new, Future producers and poets, this crew stays true. [Pre-Chorus] Pens dripping like the bass, every line is a spark, Building castles from words in the daylight and dark, [Chorus] At the lunch table, kings and queens of the craft, Words spinning gold from the stories we draft, From chalk to the beat, our legacy grows, Future producers and poets, watch how it flows. At the lunch table, where the fire ignites, Voices rise up, taking over the nights, Every rhyme a seed, every verse a rose, In this courtyard kingdom, see how it grows. [Bridge] Tomorrow’s studio in the hearts of today, Turning simple meals into anthems that play, We rise with the sun, no limits, no fence, The lunch table’s just the start of the immense. [Chorus] At the lunch table, kings and queens of the craft, Words spinning gold from the stories we draft, From chalk to the beat, our legacy grows, Future producers and poets, watch how it flows. At the lunch table, where the fire ignites, Voices rise up, taking over the nights, Every rhyme a seed, every verse a rose, In this courtyard kingdom, see how it grows. [Outro] Watch how it grows, From the lunch table to the shows, Future kings and queens, the world just knows.