Canteen Cd_-_BbyWRLD

Verse 1) Yo, step in the canteen, it’s a battle zone, Trays clankin’, watch the throne, I’m in my zone, Got my crew on lock, we snackin’ on the grind, Rhyme schemes sharper than the knives they use to slice the lime. Lunchroom drama, I’m the king of the block, Trading bars like I’m trading food, it’s all I got, Spit fire, every bite’s a taste of the heat, Lyrical chef, serving verses, can’t take a seat. (Verse 2) Clock ticks, time’s a thief, but I’m on my grind, Counting calories of rhymes, I’m never blind, Spaghetti with the sauce, but I’m saucing on the beat, Every line’s a meal, they can’t handle this feast. Canteen vibes, got the whole squad hyped, Dishing out these bars, man, the flavor’s ripe, From the cafeteria to the stage, I’m ready to shine, Eminem spirit in my veins, I’m one of a kind.(Verse 1) Pull up to the canteen, yeah, we stacking up these dreams, Futuristic visions, got my team in high beams, Money on the table, we ain't playing with the schemes, Counting all this paper while we sipping on the cream. (Verse 2) Canteen CD, spinning tracks like a DJ, Whipping in the kitchen, got the flavor like it's gourmet, All my homies eating, yeah, we dine in the fast lane, Living for the moment, never caught up in the past pain. (Verse 3) Got the hustle in my veins, can't stop, won't drop, Elevating every day, climbing straight to the top, Vision clear as day, ain't no time for the flop, Canteen vibes heavy, and we never gonna stop. (Verse 4) Future in my sight, every move is a chess game, Building up the empire, yeah, you know the name, From the block to the booth, always chasing the fame, Canteen CD spinning, we igniting the flame. Use in Studio or (Verse 1) Yo, I’m chillin’ in the canteen, dreams on my plate, Hustlin’ through the struggle, got no time to wait, Lunch break conversations, wisdom in the air, Life lessons served hot, got my mind laid bare. Every bite’s a chapter, every sip’s a story, From the bottom to the top, man, I’m chasing glory, Friends at the table, we’re plotting on the rise, Eyes on the prize, no surprise, we’re wise. (Verse 2) Got my pen and pad, scribblin’ thoughts at noon, Rhymes marinated deep, like a classic tune, Canteen vibes, but my vision’s so wide, Feeding on the hustle, let the grind be my guide. From the tray to the mic, I’m serving up dreams, Real life lessons, nothing’s ever what it seems, So I stack my plates high, never settle for less, In this canteen of life, I’m just tryna invest. Use in Studio or