Spain Flight

“Na because of gala!” — now the whole room destroys.

I walk in the spot, whole room get quiet,
My flow got Wi-Fi — everybody gettin’ connected.
I don’t chase clout, clout chase me,
I’m so cold with the bars, need a jacket for the beat.

I’m fly like a boarding pass, stamped and approved,
Too many flavors, call the flow a food mood.
They said, “Who gave you sauce?” — I said, “I came with it,”
My pen got horsepower, every sentence got torque in it.

I got bars in the bank, but I’m not talkin’ deposits,
Every line hit hard like the beat got rockets.
They wanted smoke, I gave ’em barbecue,
Now everybody hungry when I step in the booth.

I’m from where the streetlights flicker but the dreams stay bright,
Turned a classroom joke into a headline night.
Malam yelling “Gala!” like he just found gold,
I said, “Relax, bro — it’s just Sallah leftovers!”

Switch up the flow, now the rhythm got a fever,
I’m two steps ahead like I already read the receiver.
They countin’ my words, I’m countin’ my moves,
I don’t need a map — I make my own route.

From Spain to Naija, the passport got stories,
Every bar got flavor, every punchline got glory.
Started with cartoons, now we’re running the show,
Class Two memories with a Class-A flow.

Yeah!
Gala in my hand, confidence in my chest,
If the beat is a test, then I’m showing up fresh.
No need for a crown, I’m already in mode,
I don’t follow the wave — I’m the reason it flowed.

One mic, one beat, whole room on fire,
Every bar climb higher, higher, higher.
Malam said “Hala!” — I said “Bro, take five,”
We came for the vibes, now the whole place alive.