RoccStar - Fry Eye lyrics

[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**