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[Verse 1]
Ayy, post-breakup drama, hearts get shattered like glass on the block,
But some fools turn they kids into weapons, straight up tickin' time bomb clock.
Usin' lil' shorties as pawns in the chess match, tryna score points on the ex,
Manipulatin' visitation, badmouthin' the other, fillin' young minds with that toxic flex.
"Nah, you can't see yo' pops this weekend" – holdin' 'em hostage for control,
Or "Yo mama don't love you right" – plantin' seeds that poison the soul.
That's foul play, homie, straight violation of the parental code,
Kids ain't leverage tools, they ain't yo' revenge mode.
[Chorus]
It ain't okay, nah, it ain't okay,
Usin' children as weapons in the breakup fray.
They deserve love, not yo' battlefield games,
Keep 'em out the drama, let 'em keep they innocent flames.
No alienation, no parental war,
Heal for the babies, that's what the real ones do for.
Zero sayin' it loud from the 206,
Protect the next gen, no more of that toxic mix, skkkkrrtttt!
[Verse 2]
Imagine lil' Jamal or baby girl watchin' mom and dad throw shade,
Court battles turn into hate parades, custody fights where the real losers paid.
They internalize the beef, start thinkin' love is just pain and deceit,
Future relationships wrecked 'cause y'all couldn't take the high seat.
Studies show it messes with they heads – anxiety, depression creepin' in,
Self-esteem drop like a bad stock, trust issues settin' in.
Be the bigger G, co-parent smooth, put ego on the shelf,
Communicate clean, let the kids be kids, focus on they health and wealth.
No usin' 'em for child support checks or to spy on the other side,
That's low-down dirt, straight up suicide for they peace of mind.
[Bridge]
From Sunnyside vibes to Seattle rain, we keep it gangsta but righteous too,
Real men and queens rise above the petty, show the lil' ones what love can do.
Therapy, mediation, keep it civil for the family tree,
Break the cycle, G, set 'em free.
[Verse 3]
Informative flow: Legally, it's called parental alienation – courts peep that mess,
Can flip custody if you play dirty, judge ain't impressed.
Psychologically, it scars deep, attachment wounds that last years,
Kids grow up confused, angry, fightin' invisible tears.
Best practice? Parallel parenting if you can't be friends,
But always prioritize – no badmouthin', no usin' as ends.
Model respect, even if the romance done died,
Show 'em healthy boundaries, let they little hearts thrive.
[Outro]
So Zero signin' off with that G-funk wisdom, droppin' truth like rain on the block,
Washington state 4 life, protect the seeds, never let 'em get caught in the cross.
If you goin' through it, seek help, co-parent right, keep it elevated high,
Kids first, always – that's the real gangsta way, no lie.
Peace out, zero's ridin' out, skkkkrrtttt!

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[Verse 1] Ayy, post-breakup drama, hearts get shattered like glass on the block, But some fools turn they kids into weapons, straight up tickin' time bomb clock. Usin' lil' shorties as pawns in the chess match, tryna score points on the ex, Manipulatin' visitation, badmouthin' the other, fillin' young minds with that toxic flex. "Nah, you can't see yo' pops this weekend" – holdin' 'em hostage for control, Or "Yo mama don't love you right" – plantin' seeds that poison the soul. That's foul play, homie, straight violation of the parental code, Kids ain't leverage tools, they ain't yo' revenge mode. [Chorus] It ain't okay, nah, it ain't okay, Usin' children as weapons in the breakup fray. They deserve love, not yo' battlefield games, Keep 'em out the drama, let 'em keep they innocent flames. No alienation, no parental war, Heal for the babies, that's what the real ones do for. Zero sayin' it loud from the 206, Protect the next gen, no more of that toxic mix, skkkkrrtttt! [Verse 2] Imagine lil' Jamal or baby girl watchin' mom and dad throw shade, Court battles turn into hate parades, custody fights where the real losers paid. They internalize the beef, start thinkin' love is just pain and deceit, Future relationships wrecked 'cause y'all couldn't take the high seat. Studies show it messes with they heads – anxiety, depression creepin' in, Self-esteem drop like a bad stock, trust issues settin' in. Be the bigger G, co-parent smooth, put ego on the shelf, Communicate clean, let the kids be kids, focus on they health and wealth. No usin' 'em for child support checks or to spy on the other side, That's low-down dirt, straight up suicide for they peace of mind. [Bridge] From Sunnyside vibes to Seattle rain, we keep it gangsta but righteous too, Real men and queens rise above the petty, show the lil' ones what love can do. Therapy, mediation, keep it civil for the family tree, Break the cycle, G, set 'em free. [Verse 3] Informative flow: Legally, it's called parental alienation – courts peep that mess, Can flip custody if you play dirty, judge ain't impressed. Psychologically, it scars deep, attachment wounds that last years, Kids grow up confused, angry, fightin' invisible tears. Best practice? Parallel parenting if you can't be friends, But always prioritize – no badmouthin', no usin' as ends. Model respect, even if the romance done died, Show 'em healthy boundaries, let they little hearts thrive. [Outro] So Zero signin' off with that G-funk wisdom, droppin' truth like rain on the block, Washington state 4 life, protect the seeds, never let 'em get caught in the cross. If you goin' through it, seek help, co-parent right, keep it elevated high, Kids first, always – that's the real gangsta way, no lie. Peace out, zero's ridin' out, skkkkrrtttt!

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