Lyrics Chief Don't Run (feat. Roman GianArthur) - Jidenna , Roman GianArthur
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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
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
yourposture
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
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
are
tryna
bury
you
And
the
royal
families
are
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
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