{Intro:}
Haha shit
I think I'll call this one biggest flex you know, yeah yeah I think I'll call this one biggest flex

Yeah

Listen, yeah

{Verse 1:F-JAY Da Poet.}

What's my biggest flex
I've been writing rhymes
Got no time to feel like I'm obsessed
With the paper like I'm New York Times
Hopped into the stu with bodybags
Put some water on a boy, hot like the summertimes
My flow kleaner than an old lady perfectionist
Talking to the mic
I treat that shit like it's my therapist
Letting my actions do the talking like a ventriloquist
A legend in the making but I'm not an activist
My momma raised a pretty profilic poet
Til this day she doesn't know it
Drop the cover I might I blow it
Crown because I stole it
I know you don't know it
The mic is on fire
I'm the only good Poet

{Refrain:F-JAY Da Poet}

What's your biggest flex, this my biggest flex nigga
What's your biggest flex, this my biggest flex nigga
What's your biggest flex, this my biggest flex nigga huh
What's your biggest flex, this my biggest flex nigga