Tomorrow’s Powerball is sitting at $1.1 billion. A billion with a “B.” And yeah, I’ll be throwing my hat in the ring — but not with random numbers like everybody else. I’m rolling with my grandma’s numbers.
It all started back in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. My grandmother used to give me 50 cents every Friday to play her numbers. Same digits, week after week, like scripture. One Friday though, I ran into my homie who was short on a nickel bag of Lamb Spread. He had two-fifty, I had two dollars… and Grandma’s fifty cent. Together, that made us whole. You already know how the story ends.
That was the day my grandma’s numbers hit. And not just hit — they hit straight. Now for the uninitiated, that’s 400-to-1 odds. My 50 cent could’ve turned into $200. And $200 back then? That was like paying seven months of rent in Bed-Stuy. Instead, I got a smoked-out lesson in priorities.
Fast forward to now: I still play those numbers whenever the California Powerball or Mega Millions creeps over that $300 million mark. Because listen, my grandmother hit once for $15. Mathematically, the odds gotta swing back around for me, right? At least that’s what I tell myself when I’m filling out the slip.
So yeah, tomorrow, I’ll be in line with everybody else chasing that billion-dollar fantasy. But I ain’t chasing luck — I’m chasing legacy. One day, those same digits are gonna come through again. And when they do? Ain’t no Lamb Spread, no Phillies, and definitely no splitting the ticket.
Grandma’s numbers for the win. Billionaire dreams on deck.