Meeting Kanye for the First Time
Travi$ Scott: “When I was in this hotel, all of a sudden, I got a call like, ‘Yo, when can you come to New York ?’ I was like ‘Yeah. I’m homeless right now.’ This nigga like, ‘Yo, Kanye wants to fuck with you.’ I was like, ‘Oh shit!’ Next thing you know, I was on next plane back to New York.
“I don’t know [how Kanye found out about me]. I think it’s just like people in his camp being like ‘Man, you should fuck with this shit.’ He didn’t call me directly—someone else called me, like an engineer.
“Next thing you know, I was out there, and I stayed out there for a while. That was during like the whole ‘Mercy’ saga . That’s like before ‘Mercy’ was even out. So I been there through like the whole saga. I been there since the top of that.
First thing Kanye gave me was a Doritos taco from Taco Bell. He gave it to me on this fancy platter. What’s crazy is, I don’t eat like sour cream. I opened it and it was loaded with sour cream! He’s like ‘Why aren’t you eating it?’ All my ni**as know that would make me throw up. But I ate the whole thing! [Laughs.]
“The first time I met Kanye, this nigga came in—he had on these yellow Balenciagas—and I’m like, ‘Man, this nigga is really here.’ He’s got on like seven chains. He came in, and he was on the phone. I’m like ‘Fuck, this nigga’s on the phone.’ He dapped me up, he said my name, like ‘This nigga actually know who I am!’
“First thing he gave me was a Doritos taco from Taco Bell. He’s like, ‘Yo you want a taco?’ I was like, ‘Yeah!’ He gave it to me on this fancy ass platter, like some Hermes shit. What’s crazy is, I don’t eat like sour cream.
“So I opened it and that shit was loaded with sour cream! He’s like ‘Why aren’t you eating it?’ All my niggas know that shit would make me throw up. But I ate the whole shit! [Laughs.] I wasn’t going to be like, ‘No, I’m not fucking with this taco man. You put this shit on this nice plate, but I’m not about to eat it.’
“That taco was so fucking disgusting. But man, I wouldn’t even notice it. Just playing him my music and just to see him nod his head even a little bit was just ill.
“After I stopped, he’ll be like, ‘This shit was dope,’ or ‘This shit’s ill. Then he’ll like critique it fast as fuck. Like, ‘I think you should pull this, but other than that it’s ill.’ It was fresh, other than that like sour cream in my fucking mouth.”