IntroC#mBBAVerse 1C#m
Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
B
(Who you gettin' at, Nicki?)
Watch them cunts learn
B
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
AF#m
I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
C#m
Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
B
I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
B
Who ever gassed 'em ain't none of my concern
A
But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
C#m
They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
B
But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
B
And that go for anybody, you'll be thoroughly sorry
AF#m
I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
C#m
All my powers back now I'm scary to zombies
B
Bring the heat to a sizzle, I ain't talking Kalonji
B
I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
A
Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
C#m
I ain't giving, so don't ask, I don't lend my body
B
Gotta be king status to give men my body
B
(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
AF#m
Fuck, yeah, cause a Queen is what I embody, uh
ChorusC#mBA
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
C#mBAF#m
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
C#mB
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
BA
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
C#mB
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
BAF#m
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
C#mBA
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
C#mBAF#m
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Verse 2C#m
Yo, you can't wear Nicki wig and then be Nicki
B
That's like a fat nigga thinkin' he can be Biggie
B
One rough ride, now you DMX and Swissy
A
One hot video, you Hype? Nah, you just giddy
C#m
You made one dope beat, now you Kanye?
B
You got a nigga named JAY, now you 'Yoncé?
B
You got about three stacks, now you André?
A
You put a part in your fade, oh, you Nas, bae?
C#m
You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
B
If it's really your passion, would you give the world for that?
B
Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit
AF#m
At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
C#m
Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfecting my craft
B
Still every team's number one pick in the draft
B
You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
N.C.
Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K
ChorusC#mBA
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
C#mBAF#m
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
C#mB
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
BA
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
C#mB
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
BAF#m
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
C#mBA
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
C#mBAF#m
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
InterludeC#mBBAC#mBAF#m
I see ya, I see you
C#mBA
I see ya, I see you
C#mBBAF#mC#mBBAF#mOutroC#mBA
To my surprise I saw you in my eyes
C#mBAF#m
The nights I cried, repented under lies
C#mBA
To my, to my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
C#mB
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh
BAF#m
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
C#mBA
Ooh, burn, baby
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