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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jidenna
Vocals
Nathaniel Irvin III
Band Leader
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Drums
Roman GianArthur Irvin
Vocals
Mark Williams
Synthesizer
Raul Cubina
Programming
Andrew Horowitz
Keyboards
Joseph Young III
Background Vocals
Nana Afriyie
Background Vocals
Grace Shim
Cello
Jason Freeman
Trumpet
Jerry Freeman
Trumpet
Kebbi Williams
Tenor Saxophone
Christopher Burns
Trombone
Ashley Edwards
Background Vocals
Patrease Sherrer
Background Vocals
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Background Vocals
Alex Page
Violin
Spree Wilson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Irvin III
Composer
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Composer
Roman GianArthur Irvin
Composer
Mark Williams
Composer
Raul Cubina
Composer
Andrew Horowitz
Composer
Joseph Young III
Composer
Nana Afriyie
Composer
Milan Wiley
Composer
Leslie Gray
Composer
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Brass Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jidenna
Recording Engineer
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Producer
Mark Williams
Producer
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Producer
Volta
Producer
Brandon Wood
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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No, the chief don't run
The chief don't
No, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
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 on a 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
Better 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 a 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
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
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 tryna bury you
And the royal families tryna marry you
Long live the chief, nigga
Welcome to your burial
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
Oh, the chief don't run
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
The chief don't run
The chief don't run, ay
Writer(s): Jidenna T. Mobisson, Leslie Gray, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Nana Kwabena Tuffuor, Eleanor Kateri Tannis, Milan Wiley, Roman Gianarthur Irvin, Joseph Young Iii, Nathaniel Iii Irvin, Andrew D. Horowitz, Mark Williams
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