Growing up in Florida, Whitney was originally a guitar player for hardcore and doom metal bands.[3] Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California after starting his career as a rapper eventually finding success in the underground.
Eric Whitney was born 15 April 1991 in Lake Worth, Florida to parents from New York. Whitney grew up in West Palm Beach, Florida. As a teenager, he was in several bands and played the guitar which introduced him to music. He also played football whilst in High School, saying he was practically forced to by his father, who died when Whitney was seventeen.
Whitney was introduced to rap music when he was the guitarist in the hardcore punk band Nemesis and a bandmate introduced him to Memphis rap.
Whitney graduated from university after studying astrophysics and was eventually employed in a position earning $65,000 annually.In 2015, Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California due to his music not thriving in Southern Florida, giving up his employment at the same time. Meeting up with JGRXXN, Whitney joined his collective Schemaposse which included artists such as the now-deceased Lil Peep and Craig Xen.
In April 2016, Schemaposse disbanded leaving Whitney not associated with any group. Whitney eventually began to associate with the popular underground group $uicideboy$ and fellow Florida rapper Pouya. Pouya released the video for "1000 Rounds" with Ghostemane in April 2017.The video quickly went viral and as of May 2018, has nearly 9 million views.
In 2018 Whitney released his 10th album, "N / O / I / S / E" (No One Is Safe from Evil). The album has a very dark and aggressive style and it deals a lot with self-harm, self-mutilation, agoraphobia, and many other issues Ghostemane has dealt with personally. N / O / I / S / E was released by surprise on 10th October 2018, as it was supposed to drop on 17th October of the same year.
BrownBagBoy
Ghostemane Lyrics
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See you gettin' played like a ball
When I skin a motherfucker to the bone
If he got a weak tone
I see you coming at me all wrong
Sit back take a hit of the bong
Better get stoned, everybody wanna act strong
They smoking the reef while they
In front of their screen
Never be punching a thing but their keys
Flipping their border for ki's
It's just that they not from the hood
As if it be good, they in Suburbia
Where it's safe for the kids like you
You will never what I've been through
'cause I ain't like you
Talk talk all you do, when it
Come time to do, excuse, excuse
Say you making moves like a chess piece
Better wear a vest these side of the tracks
So you wanna hit a track with me, okay
If you don't wanna pay, don't come my way
Sick of the rappers say they got weight
I try to come at you but you only got a 8th
Get the fuck out my face
Unless you wanna feed me the faith
Undersestimate my game because of my shade
But I'ma eat
Eat like a fat bitch at a buffet
Stay the fuck out my way
Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees
Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis
See, I keep it low-key
Rather you don't know me
I ain't looking for no friends
Y'all just liabilities
Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees
Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis
See, I keep it low-key
Rather you don't know me
I ain't looking for no friends
Y'all just liabilities
"Wow! it's really coming on strong
And then what you have to do is
You have take one more enormous hit"
Six on a Friday, just got paid
For the next three days I'ma stay in a haze
See I worked all day so I gave myself a raise
I don't answer to nobody and
My bills get paid
Si-si-six on a Friday, just got paid
For the next three days I'ma
Stay in a haze haze
See I worked all day so I gave myself a raise
I don't answer to nobody and
My bills get paid
"He doesn't like you, I'm sorry"
"I don't like you either you just
Watch yourself we're wanted men
I have the death sentence on twelve systems"
"I'll be careful" "You'll be dead!"
Wake up in the mornin' hit the stu zip-tized
Look to my right side and I see a dime lying
Maybe thinking to myself what
A wonderful life, how that in the end
I'll be the fucker dragged then ending
Up tied in the dirt
So there was a motherfucker
Sayin' I was rappin'
But a cracker took my privacy
I catch him in my place
So I cracked him in the face
He a disgrace to my race
White boy with no taste, put him in his place
Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees
Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis
See, I keep it low-key
Rather you don't know me
I ain't looking for no friends
Y'all just liabilities
Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees
Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis
See, I keep it low-key
Rather you don't know me
I ain't looking for no friends
Y'all just liabilities (Ghostemane)
The lyrics to GhosteMane's song BrownBagBoy are a commentary on the rap industry and what it means to be an artist in the modern era. The first part of the song consists of GhosteMane asserting his dominance over weaker rappers while also criticizing their lack of authenticity. He references the ways in which these rappers try to act tough or enigmatic while simultaneously hiding behind their screens and only pretending to be involved in street culture. GhosteMane, on the other hand, presents himself as a genuine product of the hood, someone who has experienced hardship and come out stronger for it.
The second part of the song sees GhosteMane declaring his independence and rejecting the idea of seeking out friendships or alliances within the industry. He sees other rappers as liabilities - people who might try to take advantage of him or bring him down in some way. Rather than focusing on trying to impress others or curry favor with them, he instead sets his sights on making money and taking care of himself. For him, the best way to do that is to stay true to his origins and resist the temptations of the industry.
Overall, BrownBagBoy is a song that highlights the importance of authenticity, independence, and honesty in the rap industry. By eschewing the idea of trying to fit in or get ahead by any means necessary, GhosteMane demonstrates that it's possible to succeed on one's own terms without compromising one's integrity.
Line by Line Meaning
Like a Houdini I'm gone
I disappear like a magician and am no longer present
See you gettin' played like a ball
I see you being manipulated like a puppet
When I skin a motherfucker to the bone
When I destroy someone completely
If he got a weak tone
If he has a weak or faltering voice
I see you coming at me all wrong
I notice that you are approaching me incorrectly or with ill intentions
Sit back take a hit of the bong
Relax and smoke some marijuana
Better get stoned, everybody wanna act strong
It's better to be high because everyone wants to act tough
They smoking the reef while they
They are smoking marijuana while they
Sitting at home all alone
Sitting at home by themselves
In front of their screen
In front of their computer screen
Never be punching a thing but their keys
They never hit anything except their computer keys
Flipping their border for ki's
Selling drugs for small amounts of profit
It's just that they not from the hood
They aren't from the rough neighborhood
As if it be good, they in Suburbia
As if it's good, they live in the suburbs
Where it's safe for the kids like you
Where it's safe for kids like you
You will never what I've been through
You will never understand what I have gone through
'cause I ain't like you
Because I'm not like you
Talk talk all you do, when it
All you do is talk and talk, when it
Come time to do, excuse, excuse
When it's time to take action, you make excuses
Say you making moves like a chess piece
You claim to be making calculated movements like a chess piece
Better wear a vest these side of the tracks
It's better to wear a bulletproof vest here
So you wanna hit a track with me, okay
You want to collaborate on a song with me, that's fine
If you don't wanna pay, don't come my way
If you're not willing to pay, don't bother me
Sick of the rappers say they got weight
I'm tired of rappers claiming they are influential
I try to come at you but you only got a 8th
I tried to intimidate you, but you only have a small amount of drugs
Get the fuck out my face
Get out of my face
Unless you wanna feed me the faith
Unless you are willing to demonstrate your loyalty to me
Underestimate my game because of my shade
Underestimate my ability because of my skin color
But I'ma eat
But I'm going to succeed
Eat like a fat bitch at a buffet
Eat voraciously, like an overweight woman at a buffet
Stay the fuck out my way
Stay out of my way completely
Brown-Bag-Boy, pants cut to the knees
A boy wearing knee-cut pants and carrying a brown paper bag
Gas station Tall T in a Grand Marquis
Wearing a Tall T from a gas station while driving a Grand Marquis car
See, I keep it low-key
I keep it quiet and low-profile
Rather you don't know me
I don't want you to know me
I ain't looking for no friends
I am not searching for any friends
Y'all just liabilities
You all are just burdens to me
Six on a Friday, just got paid
It's 6 PM on a Friday and I just received my salary
For the next three days I'ma stay in a haze
For the following 3 days, I will be in a drug-induced cloud
See I worked all day so I gave myself a raise
I worked hard all day, so I'm rewarding myself with drugs
I don't answer to nobody and
I don't have to answer to anyone and
My bills get paid
My expenses are being taken care of
Wake up in the mornin' hit the stu zip-tized
Wake up in the morning and immediately start to record music
Look to my right side and I see a dime lying
I look to my right and see an attractive woman lying beside me
Maybe thinking to myself what
I may be thinking to myself that
A wonderful life, how that in the end
What a great life I've lived, and how in the end
I'll be the fucker dragged then ending
I will be forcibly dragged and then
Up tied in the dirt
Buried in the ground
So there was a motherfucker
There was some guy
Sayin' I was rappin'
Hating on me for rapping
But a cracker took my privacy
But a white person violated my privacy
I catch him in my place
I caught him in my house
So I cracked him in the face
So I punched him in the face
He a disgrace to my race
He is a disgrace to my ethnic group
White boy with no taste, put him in his place
A white guy with no sense of style, put him in his proper position
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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@ghostemane
@zachpiper5435
bruh ghoste is the shit
@infamousskull7483
GHOSTEMANE one song and I was hooked...Kronol!!!!
@eatmyass2128
☿
@otakustoner8701
drop this black. magic shit about kybalion and start the mainstream shit ghoste
@salbadorbaeza9241
GHOSTEMANE impreseble
@dilleddough382
Ghostemane is a huge inspiration to the rare poets
@dilleddough382
Thank you so much
@Gavin-ss5xm
So true man
@mateushenriquelourenco2553
Não sou eu q estou fazendo isso