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[Intro] Yeah. August 29th. Four PM. Akeem… don’t fuck this up. Bad Hombre. [Verse] Draft day, whole league think they got a master plan, Bad Hombre in the room like, aw shit, not his ass again. Ray the returning champ, give that man his respect, Enjoy the crown now—Hombre coming to collect. Akeem commissioner, drunk off imaginary power, Got twelve grown men debating rules for half an hour. August 29th, four sharp, don’t complicate it— Only commissioner I know that needs to be administrated. Tom Jack drafting Bears like the roster pays commission, Chicago on the jersey? Automatic first-round decision. Bro, RE-LAX, fantasy ain’t a Bears convention, Draft with your brain instead of childhood affection. Guru giving advice—man, the irony is wild, Blind to his own trash but got rankings by the mile. Greenlee caught a stray, shit, somebody had to— Wrong place, wrong league, Hombre coming at you. Nick Senior, Nick Junior, that’s generational pain, Pops passed down the surname and the fantasy game. Like father, like son, that’s a beautiful connection— Some families pass wealth, y’all pass bad selections. Sauce better bring flavor, that name got expectations, Can’t call yourself Sauce serving bland-ass rotations. Felix hit the phone—“What you want for your back?” Officer, it’s August, put the trade machine back. Every losing season turns into an investigation, Trying to rob the league and call it negotiation. [Beat cuts] And Matt… Matt screamed COLLUSION every trade that got rejected, Maybe nobody wanted your shit—ever consider that perspective? So I renamed my squad The Fat Matts just to piss him off. Was it childish? Yeah. But I’m Bad Hombre. What the fuck did you expect? Then Matt quit the league… Damn. Guess the rage bait connected. Now Lenzi and Estrada the new Matt and Mike, Careful with that legacy, that shit follows you for life. [Beat returns] Ray got the trophy. Akeem got the rules. Guru got predictions. Felix got trade tools. Tom got the Bears. Matt got offended. Everybody got something— Bad Hombre got unfinished business. August 29th, four PM, everybody bring your best. Eleven teams drafting to win the league… I’m drafting material for the next fucking diss. Bad Hombre. Start the clock.