BIG SHOT Lyrics – Yvnnis

BIG SHOT Lyrics Meaning

He starts off by talking about how he’s stuck in his own thoughts, always overthinking and going in circles. When he feels down, he turns to making music—almost like taking tricky shots in a game, trying to hit something meaningful. Even though he hasn’t felt fully lost for a while, he still feels disconnected. He dreams of Brazil even though he’s never been, showing how far his mind drifts. His head feels messed up, like warped floorboards in a studio. He works on music in a place where even the crazy neighbor can hear it and be shocked. He claims he’s the best just by logic, but says he could be even better if he stayed away from drügs—but instead, he distances himself from music instead.

He talks about smoking in his own way, without needing the usual tools or sources. He dreams of owning a boat one day, enjoying life under the sun with a joint in his mouth. But right now, he’s grounded, riding through the hood in an old SUV or in a heavy-duty Amarok. He borrows the ride from his friend Maru, then heads off on random adventures. Every night, he’s hurting his health, while his mom is out struggling too. Sometimes he grabs a snack at a fancy place like the Ritz, waiting for the next chapter of his life, maybe even death. He knows he’s living dangerously and that one day, it might all catch up with him. He asks for money upfront, showing confidence in his style. He compares his music to luxurious Maybach vibes, but he’s still out in the streets. He stands up for his people like a true leader and mixes luxury with the street life—sipping expensive wine while rolling up.

He keeps riding the contrast between classy drinks and street habits, and he feels like 2025 is going to be his year. He’s finally on the right track.

He says he’s not fake—he never flips sides like a car logo. He wants people to call him a boss, like Don Sonny. He drinks fancy liquor and feels like an artist or a star. He causes chaos like Oliver and his dealer feels magical, like from a fantasy world. He wants real power—at least 600 horsepower under the hood of his car. His crew is loyal, and he’s close to them. He’s ready to attack in his verses, feeling like he’s been writing too much. He’s bitter, wandering the streets, and even feels like punching holes in the pavement. He throws on his hoodie out of habit when he’s feeling too emotional or gloomy.

He keeps saying he needs his money and thinks people don’t really get his slang or lifestyle.

He breaks down his name, saying it comes from a hustler mindset. He knows he’s valuable, just like rare football passes from a star player, and that makes him someone people talk about. People used to doubt him, telling him he wouldn’t make it. But now he’s eating well near a fancy part of the city, feeling like he’s almost in heaven. He remembers his dad clapping for him, a proud moment, but his hands were shaking with nerves. He doesn’t really know his full path—only that he’s aiming for big things by age 23. All he needs is a rolling paper and some gold—his plan is solid. Even when his computer lags, he knows he’s got the talent that can change lives. But people still try to teach him how to rap, which he finds laughable. Everything feels huge and unreal, like a gift from above. He can see in people’s eyes that he’s made his family proud. And that feeling keeps repeating. He’s fully locked into music now, even if it feels like a prison.