"Classical (Intro)" lyrics

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!)

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 it's big Gucci, Gucci

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

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

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