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This Aint That
1,500
Hip-Hop/Rap
This Aint That was released on August 15, 2025 by Mello Music Group as a part of the album Love & Rockets 3:16 (The Emancipation)
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Release DateAugust 15, 2025
LabelMello Music Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Murs
Murs
Performer
Nicholas Carter
Nicholas Carter
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Carter
Nicholas Carter
Songwriter
Jesse Shatkin
Jesse Shatkin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jesse Shatkin
Jesse Shatkin
Producer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
Nathan Cimino
Nathan Cimino
Recording Engineer
Samuel Dent
Samuel Dent
Recording Engineer
Ezekiel Chabon
Ezekiel Chabon
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thirty years deep, no record in rotation
But everybody know my name up at the station
Big Boy, what up, though?
2-4-3-5-2-9-0
Radio make money, but it don't make fans
So I ain't askin' for a favor when I'm shakin' your hand
Don't give me no spins, fuck it, throw me on the playlist
Everybody see it, but nobody wanna see shit
Spotify killed the radio star
Rap Caviar, you play in your car (Ayy)
When they see you need it, don't nobody give you shit
But when they see you eatin', everybody on your dick
Criticize me like Christ, crucify me
Never sold my soul, so the devil gon' despise me
But I got a dollar every time they denied me
Worth a few million, I invested it wisely
[Chorus]
I ain't got a hit, I ain't on shit
Tryna tell me this ain't that like that ain't this
I ain't got a hit, I ain't on shit
Tryna tell me this ain't that like that ain't this
I ain't got a hit, I ain't on shit
Tryna tell me this ain't that like that ain't this
I ain't got a hit, I ain't on shit
And you can tell the radio that they can suck my dick
[Verse 2]
All I do is praise God and raise these boys
Real Christians don't curse, you can save that noise
My kids cuss and my raps not clean
But cops killin' Blacks, now that's obscene
I keep my eye on the Vatican and new vaccines
They ask for Real ID, what the fuck that mean?
They designin' AI to attract your teens
But, look, don't watch them, just watch that screen
Fake-ass, commercial-ass, woke, controversial-ass
Fake revolutionary soldiers with the perfect abs
Got an eight-pack and fake raps
But let me see you throw a punch 'cause you can't fake that
Soon, you'll see
As they start changin' up the frequency, you'll never see
Another MC like Murs, for what it's worth
Radio is dead and this is the rebirth
[Chorus]
I ain't got a hit, I ain't on shit
Tryna tell me this ain't that like that ain't this
I ain't got a hit, I ain't on shit
Tryna tell me this ain't that like that ain't this
I ain't got a hit, I ain't on shit
Tryna tell me this ain't that like that ain't this
I ain't got a hit, I ain't on shit
And you can tell the radio that they can suck my dick
Written by: Jesse Shatkin, Nicholas Carter
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