Roman roads, open roads I've been repping for long You can hear that Wiley's real, I'm not a fake on the song When you think I'm stressing out, I'm just pacing along Watching producers, watching MCs raising alone I got faith, I got pain, I got hate and it's wrong To judge a another sister, brother When you know what you've done Some die by the knife and they'll live by the gun Both weapons, don't matter which one One stab, one bullet, and your life could be done I'd rather be the one who wars still the death and it's done But I'm forgetting my mum She don't wanna hear this talk from her son Compare my heart to her heart, she's got the coldest one That's why I'll always be a colder son My steel's known to none It's E3, take a look at the sun If you end up in beef, most of you niggas will run That's why I'd rather swing till it's done, yeah, listen Roman roads, open roads I've been repping for long You can hear that Wiley's real, I'm not a fake on the song When you think I'm stressing out, I'm just pacing along Watching producers, watching MCs raising alone Roman roads, open roads I've been repping for long You can hear that Wiley's real, I'm not a fake on the song When you think I'm stressing out, I'm just pacing along Watching producers, watching MCs raising alone