The trip consisted of late nights and late mornings, unsurprisingly. On our next day, we had a little breakfast meeting before heading to Street Execs studio. Street Execs studio, currently owned by 2 Chainz, has quite the rap history to it— it was originally BMF’s studio, and then later T.I. snatched it up for Hustle Gang before Tity Boi took on the location and gave it a bit of a facelift. By ‘bit of a facelift’ I mean their set-up is crazy. Their studio serves as a go-to for artists like Travis Porter (who were actually occupying one of the many studios when we arrived), as well as Tity Boi-approved rappers like Skooly, Cap-1, Short Dawg Fresh, among others. They have at least five different studios in the spot, which includes a basement and a loft-like upper level with a lounge that encloses two flat screen TVs and video games. Artists literally never have to leave the Street Execs spot— in addition to several different studio rooms, they have a fully-stocked kitchen with a chef who cooks three full-course meals a day, a barber, and showers. The main reason we’ve come to Street Execs is to have a little one-on-one with Young Dolph, who we get to sit in the front seat of his three-week old Rolls Royce Wraith, looking clean as fuck with a cream-colored leather interior. Dolph himself is equally clean, rocking chains (2 chainz to be precise), and forest green Louis Vuitton sneakers that matched his camo-print jacket. Although his car and his clothes are a little bit flashy, Dolph himself is not— his energy is low, and his slow, southern drawl makes it seem even lower.
After Dolph, we head over to Mike WiLL Made It’s listening session/lunch for the latest Ear Drummers Records signee, Eearz. However we quickly dip because of a lack of Mike, a lack of Eearz, and a general lack of communication about an interview. Instead, we head over to the famed (and by famed I mean oft-rapped about) Lenox mall in ATL. The mall is basically like Soho, Fifth Ave, and every other NYC shopping spot built into one, with marble floors and a sprawling interior. From Fendi to Neiman Marcus, it’s understandable why rappers with stacks of cash to spare love this place. The main highlight there, though, wasn’t a high-end and overpriced store, it was Chick-Fil-A. We were all Chick-Fil-A first timers, and, this sounds super corny, but it love at first bite.
We quickly headed back to the hotel in order to get ready for the BET Hip-Hop Awards which were going down in a few hours. I’ll skip over that part, there isn’t really much to tell anyways, we went, we sat, we saw Snoop, he told a few jokes, Diddy had to do his perform twice because apparently it wasn’t quite right the first time, and we peaced. You'll see it all go down tonight anyways. We had a Travi$ Scott show to get too after dipping from the Atlantic Civic Center, but first we were starving. We wanted Chick-Fil-A. Again. But it was closed. It was upsetting, but not enough to derail the entire night. We were starving though, and low on energy, so we hit up a McDonalds ): and I had my second dose of fried chicken although it was nowhere on the same level of fire emojis as those Chick-Fil-A chicken tenders.
Although we were now filled up on food, I was still a bit sluggish, my energy draining. Nonetheless we really wanted to catch Travi$’s set at the Beer And Tacos event, and we made it just in time— as we entered the venue Travi$’s music started blaring. And by enter the venue, I mean squeezed our way through hoards of people, all of whom were sweaty as fuck. The venue, an open warehouse-like space, was so humid it felt as though there was almost no oxygen at all. Travi$ occupied a tiny bit of stage at the front, with T.I. and his goons by his side. We squeezed our way towards the front before thinking better, and nabbing some V.I.P. wristbands we headed upstairs to get a better vantage point. Travi$’s energy and live performance was a definite highlight though, he killed it. He had the crowd moshing, swaying back and forth, jumping up and down, all in unison. He had the crowd give the middle finger to us peoples up high, and yell ‘fuck you’ (also in unison). That’s very Travi$ Scott-like, a big ‘F U’ to anyone who seems like a ‘big wig’ (p.s. we’re not big wigs at all), an ‘F U’ to authority/boss mans in general. After running through some new album cuts like “90210,” “3500” and “Oh My” he ended the night with “Antidote.” As we attempted to file out of the venue, it began to pour, the perfect remedy to our being coated in beads of sweat. We arrived back at the hotel around 3 AM, and Simone and Rob went on the valiant mission to get a Backwoods so we could properly blunt ourselves to sleep and prepare for the next day.