Small Town Street Cred

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] 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