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