[Intro: Jefe Pioneer]
Yeah, Free Buju
Roll it up, my n***a just roll it up
Light it up, roll it up
My n***a just roll it up, light it up
Roll it up, my n***a just light it up
Roll it up
Yoo, Pioneer, Jefe, smoke that sh**!
[Verse 1: Jefe Pioneer]
I remember my first pull, tenth grade high school
My homie rolling up on a Canarsie stoop (Flossy!)
We was outside, broad day, I was paranoid
Thought someone would see us and go and call the boys
Walking, back to the crib, I can't feel sh**, damn i'm high
Mommy asked why my eyes red, i was tired was my reply, but I lied
A swimming pool full of weed, now i'm diving, please don't save me if i'm drowning (uh huh)
My Flatbush n***as roll it in a fronto Marley
My Texas n***as, roll it up, in a swisher
No matter the differ, you know that its a fact
Every time you see me, ill be twisting up that loud pack
[Hook: Jefe]
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five (Fry Eye)
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five (Fry Eye)
[Verse 2: RocC$tar]
Fry Eye, Tie dye
Multiple colors, got me feeling so high I
Rose from the bullsh**, my timing is pivotal
For my zone i need 2, 3, you can't even hit it though
Swing it and miss it though
I pa** it and swing it yo
Pa**ionate tree, then i'm pa**ing the tree
Pa** it to him, pa** it to her
Pa** it to she, alright now pa** it to me
I pack a pack of the loud up in the pa**enger seat
Its FCC, yeah n***a, thats the movement
Full Creative Control so we can do it
Trying to change the world, its more than music
Im high as my damn view is
Don't lie to the damn truest
I'm higher than life
You just high and you're dumb, stupid
Star, don't do it, your rhymes, too ruthless
Yeah you the bomb, cause n***a you done blew it, I'm fried
[Hook: Jefe]
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five (Fry Eye)
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Dread, why your eyes low? I be Fry Eye
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five (Fry Eye)
[Outro: Jefe]
Shoutout to Texas, Shoutout to the Tone
Shoutout to Alamo
R.I.P. to Pimp and RIP to Screw
And tell them f** one time, n***a free Buju
Roll it up, Roll it up
Spark that sh**, I said smoke that sh**