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Hold courts, not gavels. Grievance with me? Lapse in judgment never made you a judge. Oh, so you’re a judge now? Well, that’s a sentence I’m going to need to see. Trials and tribulations, I don’t plan on winning trials with hung juries, a bunch of dicks. My bitch name be perjury, so you can’t win from the fruits of a poisonous tree. And if you don’t know me, don’t learn me. See, I get funny when the people start talking in third degree. I hold courts like gang territories. Fuck your gavel, your judgment, you can bang it, cause ain’t none of that silly shit going to scare a beast. Locked up abroad, afar my den is going to follow me. Proud of nobody, ashamed of only me. Hold courts, not gavels. I dare for a nigga try to judge me.

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