Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Jidenna
Voces
Roman GianArthur
Voces
Nathaniel Irvin III
Líder de banda
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Programación de percusión
Roman GianArthur Irvin
Voces
Mark Williams
Sintetizador
Nana Kwabena
Batería
Raul Cubina
Programación
Andrew Horowitz
Teclados
Joseph Young III
Voces de fondo
Nana Afriyie
Voces de fondo
Grace Shim
Violonchelo
Jason Freeman
Trompeta
Jerry Freeman
Trompeta
Kebbi Williams
Saxofón tenor
Christopher Burns
Trombón
Ashley Edwards
Voces de fondo
Patrease Sherrer
Voces de fondo
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Voces de fondo
Alex Page
Violín
Spree Wilson
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jidenna
Composición
Nathaniel Irvin III
Composición
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Composición
Roman GianArthur Irvin
Composición
Mark Williams
Composición
Raul Cubina
Composición
Andrew Horowitz
Composición
Joseph Young III
Composición
Nana Afriyie
Letra
Milan Wiley
Composición
Leslie Gray
Composición
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Arreglista de metales
Producción e ingeniería
Jidenna
Ingeniería de grabación
Mark Williams
Producción
Nana Kwabena
Producción
Nate 'Rocket' Wonder
Producción
Volta
Producción
Brandon Wood
Ingeniería de grabación
Jaycen Joshua
Ingeniería de mezcla
Dave Kutch
Masterización
David Nakaji
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Maddox Chhim
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
Olualuweaway
Uweaway
No the chief don't run
The chief don't
No the chief don't run
[Verse 2]
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
[Verse 3]
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 beggin' 'em to lay up in the foyer
I was sittin' with the hookers in a motel hallway
Waitin' onna blind audition like it's Broadway
Now these Madams lookin' like a fleet of foxes
Rat Pack chief of staff like Sinatra
Eat, drink, swang, **** that's the mantra
Betta stand when I speak, ****, fix your posture
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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, ****, welcome to your funeral
[Verse 6]
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
[Verse 7]
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 dealin' 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 ****, 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, ****
Welcome to your burial
[Verse 8]
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
Oh the chief don't run, no
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
Oh the chief don't run
The chief don't run
Written by: Andrew Horowitz, Jidenna, Joseph Young III, Leslie Gray, Mark Williams, Milan Wiley, Nana Afriyie, Nana Kwabena Tuffuor, Nathaniel Irvin III, Raul Cubina, Roman GianArthur Irvin

