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Early Age
6
Hip-Hop/Rap
Early Age was released on May 22, 2026 by Hyper World Music (Pty) Ltd as a part of the album King of the West
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Release DateMay 22, 2026
LabelHyper World Music (Pty) Ltd
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gideon Muteshi
Gideon Muteshi
Composer

Lyrics

It's getting harder to breathe, listen
It's getting harder to see, listen
It's getting harder to breathe
With all them drugs on my system like this
I'm staying up all night tryna scratch you off my bucket list, yeah
It seem like these days no matter what you
Do these people won't pay you attention
I wonder why they always hating and hating
I gotta make it, people telling me they lies
I get a pen and paper and write about my life, oh
From a man to a man
Never get paid, I told my brother how the game be
Said we tired of crying
I was like four years old the last time I saw my pops
I was writing letters, put 'em in a box, I'm tryna send 'em out
And if heaven got a data plan, I'm praying I be looking down
I'm just saying for real
I'm just saying for real
Teachers at my school, they look at me, they say I'm under
I went back home, I shined a little light of hate just for my mama
And if a **** do me wrong, he catching karma
See my fucked up life, I shouldn't touch her
She just wanna be my friend, I wanna fuck her
Now I lost a friend
I should've kept it in my pants
Should've kept it in my pants
Mama told me catch a break
Mama told me catch a break
I'm tired of crying
Even if I tell you how I feel, you won't believe me
Yeah, so I drop a tenner
'Cause I see
It's getting harder to breathe, listen
It's getting harder to see, listen
It's getting harder to breathe
With all them drugs on my system like this
I'm staying up all night tryna scratch you off my bucket list, yeah
It seem like these days no matter what you
Do these people won't pay you attention
I wonder why they always hating and hating
I gotta make it, people telling me they lies
I get a pen and paper and write about my life, oh
From a man to a man
Never get paid, I told my brother how the game be
Said we tired of crying
You ain't living life a little
I seen my brother crying out
I seen my mama waking up but we still
Ain't have nothing on the table
The shit I went through would've broke you
Listen, I see **** tryna kill me
'Cause my skin is black, my skin is black
I'm grateful for the pain it made me who I am
Could've been a baby daddy, but shit was going crazy
She up and telling me that baby, I don't have the courage
How could I ever tell my mama that I want a baby?
I got issues, that's for damn sure
Like how I fell out with my cousin
We ain't speak like it's been couple months now
Like we ain't talk like it's been couple months now
I hope it gets better, I hope it gets better
I wish you listened when I told you that
I would've fought for you
I wish they listened when I told 'em that
I was gon' be better
I was gon' be
I gotta make it, people telling me they lies
I get a pen and paper and write about my life, oh
From a man to a man
Never get paid, I told my brother how the game be
Said we tired of crying
Written by: Gideon Muteshi
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