Started From Hell - Punch Arogunz, twizzy

Yeah!

Started from the bottom, heh?

Heh!

Schön wär's, Alter

Okay, Twizzy, Punch

Attitude, okay, yeah

Started from hell, ah, was sagt Geld denn aus?

Nichts, drum sagen wir, wir komm’n aus gutem Elternhaus

Nein, das ist kein Sommerlied, weil hier nie die Sonne schien

Guck uns an, wir sind durch die Hölle gegang’n wie Konstantin

Rap ist mehr als Autotune und Trap, du kleiner Wannabe

Du bist nicht Sean Connery und auch nicht David Copperfield

Also droh uns nicht mit deiner Kompanie, yeah

Die zwei Brüder kommen zum Erfolg wie Dr.

Dre und Warren G

Ich hab' zwar öfter in der Schule gefehlt

Doch jetzt ein Movement geprägt, was willst du mir erzähl'n?

Weekend disst mich nur aus sicherer Entfernung, Dicka, voll peinlich

Denn mit sicherer Entfernung meine ich die Top 30

Und zur Bruder Sache, in mein’n Augen bist du 'ne Ratte

Bringst du Geld, will plötzlich jeder ein Stück von der Kuchenplatte

Yeah, aber wer von euch ist da, wenn es wirklich brennt

Und wer von euch will uns Schmerz zufügen, den wir nich' kenn’n

Du hast alles, was du willst, man hat’s dir bloß geschenkt

Wem willst du erzähl'n, du hast dich hoch gekämpft (wem, heh?)

Bild dir nix drauf ein, wenn dein Name oft fällt

Du bist started from the bottom, wir sind started from hell (yeah)

Yeah, yeah, started from hell, yeah

Yeah, yeah, started from hell

Bild dir nix drauf ein, wenn dein Name oft fällt

Du bist started from the bottom, wir sind started from hell

Bild dir mal nichts ein, du saßt nie auf einem Gangster-Thron

Und kommst hier nicht ungeschor’n davon, genau wie Amber Rose

Was für Al Capone?

Du bist fake wie eine Schenk-Aktion

Für uns war die Hölle nur der Start, für dich die Endstation (yeah)

Du siehst hart auf dein’n Insta-Bildern aus

Doch bevor du Gangster spielst, räum in dei’m Kinderzimmer auf (Fotze)

Deutsche Rapper schwör'n zu viel, aber sind nicht wirklich real

Sie wär'n gern wie ich, aber scheitern am Universal-Deal

Schmerzlos, knock ihn aus, du warst doch mal Modelscout

Jap, doch heute knall' ich mir mehr Pill’n rein als Dr.

House

And’re leiden anscheinend auch

Im Gegensatz zu meinem Krankheitsverlauf sieht derer langweilig aus

Dicka, Punchlines ins Maul, hier kriegt Saad kein’n Applaus

Denn im Beat sind keine Claps, das sind Backpfeifen-Sounds (pow, pow)

Deine Bitchmoves könn'n wir nicht versteh’n

Saad, versprich den Himmel nicht, wenn du die Hölle nicht erträgst

Du hast alles, was du willst, man hat’s dir bloß geschenkt

Wem willst du erzähl'n, du hast dich hoch gekämpft?

(wem, heh?)

Bild dir nix drauf ein, wenn dein Name oft fällt

Du bist started from the bottom, wir sind started from hell

Yeah, yeah, started from hell, yeah

Yeah, yeah, started from hell, yeah

Bild dir nix drauf ein, wenn dein Name oft fällt

Du bist started from the bottom, wir sind started from hell (brra)

Wooh, was los, heh?

Was?

Heh, hehehe

Started from hell, oh shit

Neo am Beat, okay

Yeah!

Started from the bottom, huh?

Hey!

It would be nice, dude

Okay, Twizy, Punch

Attitude, okay, yeah

Started from hell, ah, what does money say?

Nothing, that's why we say, we come from a good family

No, it's not a summer song because the sun never shone here

Look at us, we went through hell like Konstantin

Rap is more than autotune and trap, you little wannabe

You are not Sean Connery, nor are you David Copperfield

So don't threaten us with your company, yeah

The two brothers achieve success like Dr.

Dre and Warren G

I was often absent from school

But now a movement shaped, what do you want to tell me?

Weekend only diss me from a safe distance, dicka, totally embarrassing

Because by safe distance I mean the top 30

And to the brother thing, in my eyes you're a rat

If you bring money, suddenly everyone wants a piece of the cake platter

Yeah, but which one of you is there when it really burns

And who of you wants to inflict pain on us that we don't know

You have everything you want, it was just given to you

Who do you want to tell, you fought your way up (who, heh?)

Don't think too much if your name comes up a lot

You're started from the bottom, we're started from hell (yeah)

Yeah, yeah, started from hell, yeah

Yeah, yeah, started from hell

Don't think too much if your name comes up a lot

You are started from the bottom, we are started from hell

Don't imagine anything, you've never sat on a gangster throne

And don't get off scot-free, just like Amber Rose

What Al Capone?

You are fake like a gift campaign

For us hell was just the start, for you it was the end (yeah)

You look tough on your Insta pictures

But before you play gangster, clean up in your children's room (cunt)

German rappers swear too much, but aren't really real

They would like to be like me, but fail at the universal deal

Painlessly, knock him out, you used to be a model scout

Yep, but today I pop more pills than Dr.

House

Apparently others are suffering too

In contrast to the course of my illness, it looks boring

Dicka, punch lines in your mouth, Saad doesn't get any applause here

Because there are no claps in the beat, these are slap sounds (pow, pow)

We can't understand your bitch moves

Saad, don't promise heaven if you can't bear hell

You have everything you want, it was just given to you

Who do you want to tell that you fought your way up?

(who, hey?)

Don't think too much if your name comes up a lot

You are started from the bottom, we are started from hell

Yeah, yeah, started from hell, yeah

Yeah, yeah, started from hell, yeah

Don't think too much if your name comes up a lot

You are started from the bottom, we are started from hell (brra)

Wooh, what's up, hey?

What?

heh hehe

Started from hell, oh shit

Neo on the beat, okay