Street credit is when you write a verse about getting shot and then can’t get through the metal detector at airport security cause there’s fragments in your shoulder.

Street credit is talking about how you’re gonna get into it with a dude next time you see him, and later jumping out your car window when you realize it’s him handing you your food at the McDonald’s drive through, even though it means you won’t get your McDouble.

Street credit is tearfully smashing your stereo to pieces ten minutes after promising “I swear to god, I’ll wreck this thing if I hear ‘Uptown Funk’ one more time”