Yeah, 305 shit. I got you - Dade County anthem.
[HOOK]
I'm from Dade County, where the water never low,
Boats in the bay, Lambos on the road,
Bikes hit the strip, hear the engines blow,
Clubs goin' up, we don't ever close.
City that never sleep, bitch we never sleep,
Brickell to South Beach, we up 7 days a week,
Dinin' 5-star, then we hit Ocean deep,
Dade County baby, where the real ones eat.
[VERSE 1]
Uh, 305, that's the county, that's the code,
Olympia to Hialeah, to the Palmetto road,
Jet ski mornin', yacht party in the noon,
Calle Ocho cafecito, then we under neon moon.
Biscayne views, top floor dinin' with a view,
Brickell steaks, Wynwood vibes, we drippin' in that blue,
Papi on a Ducati, mami on a CBR,
Revvin' down 836, leave a comet, leave a star.
Vintage '64 on chrome, new Benz on Forgis,
Water on my wrist, look like Biscayne in the mornin',
We don't talk work, we just live it, we perform it,
Sun up to sun down, then we run it back, important.
[HOOK]
I'm from Dade County, where the water never low,
Boats in the bay, Lambos on the road,
Bikes hit the strip, hear the engines blow,
Clubs goin' up, we don't ever close.
City that never sleep, bitch we never sleep,
Brickell to South Beach, we up 7 days a week,
Dinin' 5-star, then we hit Ocean deep,
Dade County baby, where the real ones eat.
[VERSE 2]
Yeah, valet double parked, two doors at LIV,
Bottle service poppin', tell 'em bring another sleeve,
E11EVEN at 3 AM, still lookin' alive,
Mango's on the Beach, drums still beat that vibe.
Lincoln Road dinin', steak tomahawk seared,
Boats docked at Bayside, hundred thousand in gear,
From Kendall to Opa-locka, one love, one pier,
We hustle in the sun, then we shine when the night near.
Cuban link heavy, but the soul even heavier,
Dade raised me, pavement made me cleverer,
You can take a trip to New York, but tell me who better?
We the city that never sleep - nah, we do it better.
Created by Eloy Torres
