VIDEO: TRAVI$ SCOTT F/ T.I. & 2 CHAINZ – ‘UPPER ECHELON’

Travi$ Scott takes us deep inside the woods and his mind in the strange, yet creative video for “Upper Echelon,” a single off his EP Owl Pharaoh.

Instead of a typical flashy rap video, the Houston MC creates a dark and cult-like world filled with misfits. His Grand Hustle boss T.I. goes country, sporting overalls and a Hustle Gang shirt as he steps out of his shack, while 2 Chainz is adorned in leather and gold.

Lyrics:

[Hook x2: Travi$ Scott]

Pull out the zip

Pull out the roll

We so high, upper echelon

We so fuckin' high, upper echelon

[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]

Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie

Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic

Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish

She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands

Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here

Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year

Don't you come around me, ain't got the time b

B NAW!

Watch me do the Randy, touchdown

Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child

Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her

We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I]

You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect

Or else I guarantee you'll get wet

You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest

A choppa no less than a tech

You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best

They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that

I just might pull up wherever you at

Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat

Ok, hol' up, let me freezer

These niggas must have caught amnesia

My face caught in these streets cuh

A1 credit, no Visa

Excuse me shawty don't get me started

If yo shit sick, my shit retarded

Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I

Get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest

Wait til the end of the Earth

Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt

First thing first, this what I do

I'm a king motherfucker who the hell are you?

Check suckas off top, I bet I do

Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool

We creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas

Top shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Pull up in the rari, my ho beside me

It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry

Let's get it jumpin', call it center court

On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court

Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes

On the plane with your bitch and a carry on

I do it for my city, then I fly away

I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today

I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses

Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses

Pull out that seven, MAC eleven

Pastor, reverend - Versace heaven

[Hook]