Chief Don't Run (feat. 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 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

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    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, gotta carry through
    When your father's enemies are tryna bury you
    And the royal families are tryna mary 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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    Composición: Mark Williams, Roman GianArthur Irvin, Raul Cubina, Nathaniel Irvin III, Nana Kwabena Tuffuor, Nana Afriyie, Milan Wiley, Leslie Gray, Joseph Young III, Jidenna Mobisson y Andrew Horowitz

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