Scratch Off - Statik Selektah, Cj Fly, Talib Kweli

Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?

Just to show that I inherited your gambling ways

Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?

Please, buy me a lucky 7 so we both can get paid

Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?

When I put in all your numbers at the store for the day

Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?

Grandma can I get a scratch off?

It’s all or nothing, quit with all the bluffing

Soon as one of my cards decline, I’m in my wallet shuffling

Not so lucky, I guess that’s how it’s looking

I’m a pro and not a rookie, I school you all and I play hookie

These were my times with Sookie

Tea kettle whistling if she ever left the stove on

Old age had kicked in and she sent me for a store run

Gambling is in your blood, ain’t superstitious but you’re definitely knocking

on one

If I win we all won

Behaving, imagine the good grandson that I’ve been

Grandma give me the missing numbers, the cash that I need

Used to love the bodegas, now they ask for I. D

Had my own two dollars just to get some scratchers for me

Around that time things were drastic, worrying 'bout our finances

Didn’t no one give them to me, I was the one who finance us

Said fuck whoever doubted, that’s when I took my chances

Feel strongly about whatever I believe in cause I’m a Cancer

Ain’t an auction but they gave my mans a bid

Damn the CC8 just filled another bed

I guess we got some time to kill

And you gotta play the hands you’re dealt

Fly

Voice of the unheard, louder than the bomb

Grandma’s boy couldn’t be prouder of my mom

For this historical perspective, a political education

I hardly ever gamble, my risk was too calculated

Caught up in the traps, to be highly and discrete

Red dollar and rented dream and get you followed by the feds

Cause this life is like a lottery, a loser then you’ll probably be

Living with the ghost, like Demi Moore with the pottery

Testing our morality when facing our mortality

Betting on a fallacy, handing over our salaries

Natural born killer, they call us Mickey and Mallory

'Til our men become warriors and our women become Valkyries

Cussing like some sailors in the open seas

Mama got the silk for the apartment smelling like potpourri

Shopping for the groceries

Got her a pepsi cola and some coke for me

Making a quick stop out the OTB

Grandma, uh, and you knew that’s all we needed, that’s why you plant a seed and

you feed it

Repeat it and treat it and we play against the odds

If we can only defeat it

We’d see it, but we steady weeping whenever we read it

End up feeling cheated, we deserve better

Cause she done earned cheddar and I know she took her turn

Being Tina Turner, let her be returned from her debtor

You’d know all she want is world peace if you met her

And one day we may travel, if you bought that scratch off

Like Payola at a DJ battle

And it paid off, then we made off like Madoff

And ate off that plate, constantly concentrated like Adolf

Came all the way, four hours in your auto

Showed up at my school, saying we hit the lotto

Popped a bottle then saw that we misread it at second glance

That’s when I learned life isn’t up to chance

Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?

Just to show that I inherited your gambling ways

Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?

Please, buy me a lucky 7 so we both can get paid

Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?

When I put in all your numbers at the store for the day

Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?

Grandma can I get a scratch off?