Chief Don’t Run

By Jidenna

On The Chief

Released on June 27, 2016

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[Intro]

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No the chief don't run

The chief don't

No the chief don't run


[Hook]

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run


[Verse 1]

Before the red cups and the backwoods smoke

Me and mom in the shack in the woods, bro

I was sleepin' on the floor with the oven door open

While I dreamt about the places that I would go

We would go door to door to door all day

We were begging 'em to lay up in the foyer

I was sittin' with the hookers in a motel hallway

Waiting onna blind audition like it's Broadway

Now these Madams looking like a fleet of foxes

Rat Pack chief of staff like Sinatra

Eat, drink, swank, nigga that's the mantra

Betta stand when I speak, nigga, fix your posture

Chief don't run, baby, word to poppa

Wanted me to-be-a lawyer, engineer or doctor

The new Godfather, keep your old mobsters

Matter fact, you can keep your old Oscars

It's tomorrow never dies now

I'm on yacht with a prince in Dubai now

I'm with the Dalai Lama's homies in the sky lounge

Cocktails got me loosenin' my tie now

They say a prophet never honored in his homeland

That's fine, I'd rather have my own land

Gotta plan for a hundred Roman numerals

Long live the chief, nigga, welcome to your funeral


[Hook]

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run


[Verse 2]

It's my time, hit the gong out here

They gon' need to build a bigger wall out here

I live a different set of laws out here

Know my rights even when I'm in the wrong out here

Look what we did with one song out here

Like a locksmith opened every door out here

Ya dealing with a king, not a kong out here

You a pawn, but we can get along out here

You in my house actin' too free though

We know you foul—nigga, two free throws

Chiefy, chiefy in a new chief cloak

I ain't even said a word, but my suit bespoke

I got a new agenda that gotta carry through

When your father's enemies are tryna bury you

And the royal families are tryna marry you

Long live the chief, nigga

Welcome to your burial


[Hook]

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run

Oh the chief don't run


[Post-Hook]

Everybody wanna run, they don't want it like us

Paid my dues, but they still tryna Wesley Snipe-us

Tell me why we gon' still win tonight

Breakin' bread, we got everybody right