[Music] The Big Hash – VERSAILLES

South African singer-songwriter and talented artist, The Big Hash, introduces a new song titled "VERSAILLES".

The song "VERSAILLES" is an amazing record that should be on your Playlist. However, it serves as The Big Hash's latest single for the year 2025.

Enjoy!

The Big Hash VERSAILLES Lyrics:
Young Biggy
Going worldwide
Prayed up
Holy Ghost on my side
Money changed us
Ain't got no Plan B, it's rap or die
It's why I'm blacking out on every beat like it's stage 5

Who you niggas think I am?
I'm really like that,
I got hits on hits
Bet that shit come with a ice pack
Shoulda coulda woulda has-beens
Searching for clout to bask in
It's tragic, they say my name coz when niggas mention they own,
Ain't nobody hype that.

The odds were stacked against the boy, I had to fight back
I had to go against the grain
To get the bread to feed the family,

I let Jesus take the wheel, forget a hijack, think I'm on the right track,

Hold on wait a minute, aye?
Y'all thought I was finished, aye?

LOL, I bet you haven't seen my resumé

Chasing a milli like I named my daughter Reginae

I'm on top of my game, first in my league
No need for second place

Put on for my dawgs but I still got bit
I lost it all in shady contracts with niggas I called bro,
Been dolo since 21, signed to myself,
No gimmick, ain't ever had to ride coattails to be head honcho
B-I-DOUBLE G Y

These niggas steady beefing, I put it to bed on paper like the treaty of Versailles

I got hunger in these lines,
Battery in my pack, I had to charge it to the game when I couldn't drop shit on time
Popularity on decline

I was tired of label talk before I got the chance to buy that Mercedes if I got signed

I been grinding so long my dawg Elo had to mix a vocal sent on WhatsApp after Grade 9

Couldn't afford the studio,
Stuck in hostel
Chip on my shoulder,
First to say I was hostile
Gimme the BPM, I turn it to gospel
Lay a verse on it, turn a hater to an apostle
The Promise Land, the beach sand,
Mercialagos,
Bad ones from the South of France,
Not from the brothels
Imagination running wild, when does it not though?
Put my soul into this shit, I could write 20 more novels
23 years deep
Where does the time go?
Youngboy Never going broke again like Rondo
The road ahead is long,
Many bumps and potholes
Living the dream in the city I call home