text: Baby Jesus, Jesus
  Yeah, look
  Okay, look
  Fuck all that flexin, that shit dont even impress me
  The shit that these niggas doing, I did 2011
  She wanna cuff a young nigga, tryna arrest me
  She steady sending me messages textin callin me sexy
  Got a weakness for my complexion, she eat me up like Im Nestle
  In the car gettin head on the phone like Tommy on Belly
  Woo, damn, I had to hang up the phone
  Thinking bout that mouth, I done forgot the name of the song, Flex
  Okay, I got it, lets get it, lets switch the topic
  I made this song at the crib, I recorded it in my boxers
  Hey, Im gon cut up cause I know that these niggas watchin
  And niggas gon have to kill me cause aint no way they can stop me
  Im breaking bread wit my niggas, we maximizing the profit
  I shake my head at these niggas, they seem to be lackin knowledge
  And Im in the whip wit a freak, she get money and go to college
  She hit me up every week just to talk about all her problems
  I tell her to let it go cause depressionll get the best of you
  Aint no room to be questionin people thats standing next to you
  If you not comprehending the shit that a nigga telling you
  You should pick up a book, its a lot of life left ahead of you, yeah
  Vibe with me, let me pick at your brain
  I grew up with a couple nigga I cant look at the same, no
  Remember when I was a peewee, I knew I belonged on a TV
  And now the same people who didnt believe me
  Ironically, they wanna be me
  You gotta have faith if youre trying to be great
  Maintaining your focus through all of the hate
  Keep sight of your vision in spite of opinions
  A master Patek, nigga, minding my business
  My mind on a million, my pockets was empty
  Im sending to fill em, ask God for forgiveness
  He told me keep grinding and now that Im winning
  I know he created me with a purpose
  And now when they see Baby Jesus, they nervous
  No other shit possible to me, it cant hurt me
  Gotta be wise, man, them eyes on my circle
  These niggas unloyal, these niggas aint for you, nope
  Hm, let me talk to you for a minute
  You give em too much attention
  They ought to be in your business
  Im not the hottest, just kidding, Im being modest
  When claiming that Im the best, aint no flexin, Im being honest
  I recollect their respective, not feeling me when I started
  Relentless consistency, now they realize Im the hardest
  I know Im the biggest target, unfortunately they garbage
  But this is the type of music thats supposed to reppin Charlotte
  Like I be tellin niggas, like, Im the best in my city 
  I do this for yall
  Watch how you talk to me
  Glad you want me to take it outside
  You wonder why niggas dont play with Lil John?
  Cause they know I stay with that iron
  One thing Im not into is wasting my time
  Im not finna play wit your mind
  Knew she was a freak when I looked in her eyes
  I love the way that she ride, yeah
  But I cant trust her cause I know how it go
  And you probably wouldnt cuff her if you know what I know, hey
  But shit, thats somethin you gotta learn on your own, yeah
  And yeah, I snapped on every word on this song, flex!
  Charlotte, Charlotte
  Baby Jesus, Jesus
  You already know it
  You already know it
  Baby Jesus