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[Verse 1]
Lil’ man in a big-man jacket
Tie knot tight, yeah, he really ’bout the fashion
Click clack shoes in the hallway, tapping
Saying, “mama, I’m ready,” he ain’t ever just capping
Hockey on the driveway, net in the street
Frozen fingers, still fire in his feet
Falls on the ice, pops back on his skates
That’s heart, that’s hustle, that’s great
[Chorus]
First class Malakai, that’s my guy
Wings on his back like he ready to fly
From the couch with the rookie on late at night
To the rink, to the sky, he gon’ shine so bright
Big bro suit on, little ones by his side
Head up, chest out, walking full of pride
Yeah, I love how you grow, how you aim so high
You my pilot, my captain, first class Malakai (hey!)
[Verse 2]
He’ll name every plane when they cut through the blue
Windows up, eyes wide, pointing, “Look at that view”
Dreams on the runway, maps in his hand
Already thinking like a grown young man
Showtime, baby brother in the stands
He the first one there, steady reaching out his hand
If brother trips, he lift, if he’s scared, he talks
He protect, he guide, he walk that walk
[Chorus]
First class Malakai, that’s my guy
Wings on his back like he ready to fly
From the couch with the rookie on late at night
To the rink, to the sky, he gon’ shine so bright
Big bro suit on, little ones by his side
Head up, chest out, walking full of pride
Yeah, I love how you grow, how you aim so high
You my pilot, my captain, first class Malakai (ooh yeah)

rap, upbeat, subtle cheers from the stands on last part, male