Small Town Street Cred - Intellectual

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Some of us drove a Chevy

Some of us drove a Ford

But we all kept an acre-and-a-half of mud

Caked up on the doors

We were rippin' lips and chasin' white-tails

Just to hang 'em up over our beds

We were ate up with it, we were all tryna get it

That small-town street cred

I got mine, how 'bout you?

Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?

If you grew up how I grew up, I'm bettin' it's a surefire 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

Had to hold on to the football

Had to make that home crowd proud

That girl that was hell on the heart

Was heaven in a truck bed

Yeah, she was wearin' your jacket, you were showin' love

Stackin' up small-town street cred

I got mine, how 'bout you?

Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?

If you grew up how I grew up, I'm bettin' it's a surefire bet

You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small-town street cred

I got mine, how 'bout you?

Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?

If you grew up how I grew up, I'm bettin' it's a surefire bet

You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small-town street cred

You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small-town street cred, yeah