Classical (Intro)

[Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Ah, Gucci, Gu-u-u-cci Ah, Gucci, Gucci, ah Nothing's going to stop my reign, ah, ah Nothing's going to stop my reign, ah, ah (Go!) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Hurdle my opponents, run through problems Unstoppable, I jump over obstacles Stop my grind like stop sunshine, so improbable Probable mission impossible I said it two times nigga, nigga stop lying Bullshit you selling now I'm just not buying Flow so nice but the kid's not kind Swear its sicker than a new flu they got called swine Standing on point like a unicorn Strapped with a uni-bomb Everyday's a workday but don't wear uniform Gucci Mane a dapper don Trouble like a Capricorn Trapper month going on a money makin marathon You the Joker I be Robin And the Riddle is the Batman's throne Try not to fuck my money up and rap career like Pacman Jones Thumbprint me, fingerprint me But can we agree to disagree I'm from East Atlanta 6. where the boys dump bricks But we don't bump the Blueprint 3 Wanna box me just like Max B But you can't fuck me like Raz-B Like Ali I'mma float like a butterfly sting like a bee cuz its big Gucci, Gucci [Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Ah, Gucci, Gu-u-u-cci Ah, Gucci, Gucci, ah Nothing's going to stop my reign, ah, ah Nothing's going to stop my reign, ah, ah [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Streets de-railed me But God didn't fail me Opportunity knocked but it just emailed me D.A nailed me, watch them jail me Take it like a champ while the whole world mail me Young don't like me, Jay out-sells me Nothing in the world Kanye couldn't tell me You can beat anyone but Gucci Job so hard, I can hardly do it 'Cause whatever that I heard use to let that Bet if you had the chance to you'd mute me Convicted felon, my left wrist yelling My stash here you go and my bones done swellin' Crazy so I need prozac really My home kept skep and my folks so eerie So hard workin' that my bones still reary Fall in the club then the hoes start cheerin' So hear me, hear me, I know y'all hear me I don't like life to much not really High like Britney, stoned like Jimmy Got a second chance like Vick in Philly This ain't snap music, this is trap music New boys in Cali, yeah, they got a jerk movement Bricksquad niggas we rep the block Gucci mane I work forks and pots [Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Ah, Gucci, Gu-u-u-cci Ah, Gucci, Gucci, ah Nothing's going to stop my reign, ah, ah Nothing's going to stop my reign, ah, ah Ah, Gucci, Gu-u-u-cci Ah, Gucci, Gucci, ah Nothing's going to stop my reign, ah, ah Nothing's going to stop my reign, ah, ah