[Verse]
Citrus County roots, got dirt on my kicks,
Old town boys, we the ones in the mix.
From the grove to the block, every corner we claim,
Hood pride in my veins, ain't forgetting the name.
[Chorus]
Stand up, Citrus County, we reppin' the land,
Old town boys, got the world in our hands.
From the swamp to the streets, let 'em all understand,
This our turf, this our fam, this our brand.
[Verse 2]
Palm trees waving, but the hustle don't sleep,
Oranges in the grove, but the roots run deep.
County pride heavy, ain't no love for the fake,
We the juice in the jar, they can't handle the shake.
[Bridge]
From Inverness nights to the Crystal River glow,
Old town boys ride where the big wheels roll.
Citrus in my blood, every breath that I take,
We the heart of the South, make the whole earth quake.
[Chorus]
Stand up, Citrus County, we reppin' the land,
Old town boys, got the world in our hands.
From the swamp to the streets, let 'em all understand,
This our turf, this our fam, this our brand.
[Verse 3]
Grit in the grind, we ain't built for defeat,
Backroads blazing heat, ain't no retreat.
Old town legends, hear the name in the breeze,
Citrus County anthem, got 'em down on their knees.