Some of us drove chevy's |Some of us drove ford's|But we all kept an acre and a half of mud caked up on the door|We were ripping lips and chasin whitetails|And we hung em up over our beds|We were eat up with it we were all trying to get it|That small town street cred||I got mine hey how bout you|Are you qualified bonafide certified through and through|Yeah if you grew up how i grew up|I'm betting it's a sure fire bet|You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn |That small town street cred||You had to hold your liquor|You had to hold your ground |You had to hold on to the football had to make that hometown crowd proud |That girl was hell on your heart|She was heaven in a truck bed|And if she was wearing your jacket you were sure enough stacking up|Small town street cred||I got mine hey how bout you|Are you qualified bonafide certified through and through|Yeah if you grew up how i grew up|I'm betting it's a sure fire bet|You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn |That small town street cred||I got mine hey how bout you|Are you qualified bonafide certified through and through|Yeah if you grew up how i grew up|I'm betting it's a sure fire bet|You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn |That small town street cred|

Copyright: OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JEREMY STOVER, JUSTIN C. MOORE, PAUL CHARLES DIGIOVANNI, RICHARD CHASE MCGILL