[Intro] C#m  B
        B  A

C#m
As the world turns, the blunt burns
  B
Who you gettin' at, Nicki?

Watch them cunts learn
 B
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
A                             F#m
I move keys, but you hoes get one turn

 C#m
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
A                F#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?)
 A                        F#m
Fuck, yeah, cause a Queen is what I embody, uh

C#m                         B          B  A
   Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
 C#m                     B         A  F#m
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

C#m                                     B
  Everytime I get high, I just think about you
B                                     A
 Everytime I get high, I just think about you
C#m                                    B
  Everytime I get high, I just think about you
B                                     A        F#m
 Everytime I get high, I just think about you

C#m                         B          B  A
   Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
 C#m                     B         A  F#m
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

               C#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
    A                      F#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

Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K

C#m             B                     A
   Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
 C#m                     B         A  F#m
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

C#m                                     B
  Everytime I get high, I just think about you
B                                     A
 Everytime I get high, I just think about you
C#m                                    B
  Everytime I get high, I just think about you
B                                     A        F#m
 Everytime I get high, I just think about you

C#m                         B          B  A
   Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
 C#m                     B         A  F#m
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

( C#m  B  B  A )

C#m       B         A  F#m
   I see ya, I see you
C#m       B         A
   I see ya, I see you

( C#m  B  B  A  F#m )
( C#m  B  B  A  F#m )

    C#m    B                   A
To my surprise I saw you in my eyes
     C#m       B                     A  F#m
The nights I cried, repented under lies
    C#m    B   A
To my, to my

[Final] C#m  B  B  A  F#m
        C#m  B  B  A