Meet Da Real Queen | Artist & Songwriter

We had the good fortune of connecting with Da Real Queen and we’ve shared our conversation below.

Hi Da Real Queen, why did you pursue a creative career?
Because I ain’t never had a choice. Music been in me since day one—it’s how I survived, how I healed, and how I made sense of the world around me. I grew up seeing struggle, hearing pain, feeling overlooked… but when I started writing and rapping, I found my voice. I ain’t trying to fit in or follow trends—I’m telling my story, my way. Like I said in my track: “I think they timidated of me, I can see it in they eyez…” And that’s real. This is bigger than music for me. It’s legacy. It’s truth. It’s power.

Alright, so let’s move onto what keeps you busy professionally?
My art is my truth. It’s Southern, it’s soulful, it’s street—but it’s also royal. I rap from a real place. Every bar got blood, pain, confidence, and survival in it. I’m not just trying to sound good—I’m speaking life, especially for women who feel like they gotta be hard and soft at the same time. That’s what sets me apart. I’m not pretending to be anything—I am Da Real Queen. You hear it in my delivery, my storytelling, my presence.

I’m most proud of the fact that I never gave up, even when I had every reason to. This journey ain’t been easy at all. I’ve faced rejection, people sleeping on me, fake support, and doors slammed in my face. But I kept pushing. I kept writing. I kept showing up for myself—even on the days I felt invisible. I bet on me.

Like I said in my track:
“I think they timidated of me, I can see it in they eyez…”
And that’s real. You feel it when I step in the room, and you hear it when I speak on a track.

One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is that consistency is louder than talent. Everybody got bars—but not everybody got the heart to keep going when things ain’t pretty. I had to learn patience, self-belief, and how to move smart without losing my soul.

What I want the world to know is that Da Real Queen is more than a name—it’s a movement. My brand is about power, authenticity, and representing the South in a way that’s bold, feminine, and timeless. I’m here to inspire, to shake the table, and to leave a legacy. Whether it’s through my lyrics, my style, or my story—I want every girl watching me to know she can be soft and savage, classy and hood, all at once. That’s Queen energy.

Let’s say your best friend was visiting the area and you wanted to show them the best time ever. Where would you take them? Give us a little itinerary – say it was a week long trip, where would you eat, drink, visit, hang out, etc.
If my best friend was still here, I’d give them the real Atlanta experience—Southern style with a whole lot of love, laughs, and good food. They passed away three years ago, but if I had one more week with them, here’s how we’d do it:

Day 1 – We’d kick things off with brunch at Toast on Lenox or Breakfast at Barney’s—sipping mimosas and catching up like no time passed. After that, we’d ride around the city, windows down, music up—probably blasting Future or one of my songs—just vibing.

Day 2 – I’d take them shopping at Phipps Plaza or Little Five Points, depending on the mood. Then we’d grab some wings from American Deli, of course—lemon pepper, extra crispy, all flats. No questions asked.

Day 3 – This day is all about the food. We’d pull up to Busy Bee Cafe for that real soul food—fried chicken, mac & cheese, collard greens, cornbread, the works. Then slide to Bankhead Seafood or grab takeout from Mary Mac’s Tea Room. That night? We’re in Magic City. Legendary.

Day 4 – We’d start the day with Mr. Everything for lunch, then hit up Strokers or Pin Ups at night—real Atlanta energy, raw and unfiltered.

Day 5 – This one would be more laid-back. We’d ride around, maybe hit up a food truck or pop out at a day party in the city. Just chillin’, vibin’, laughing like we always did.

Day 6 – We’d pull up to a live show or open mic. Maybe even let them see me rock the mic one more time. We’d toast to how far we’ve come and how we’re still here—together in spirit.

Day 7 – Sunday soul food and memories. Brunch at The Beautiful or takeout from Kelz Kitchen. Then we’d cruise through the Westside, post up somewhere peaceful, and reflect. I’d play some music, light one for them, and thank them for always riding with me—spiritually and emotionally.

I’d end that week telling them how much I love them, how proud I am, and how I carry their spirit with me in everything I do. Even though they’re not physically here, I take them with me every time I win, every time I smile, and every time I create. That week would be for them—and I know they’d love every minute of it.

Who else deserves some credit and recognition?
First and foremost, God—’cause without that covering, I wouldn’t be here at all. Then my family, especially the strong women who raised me and taught me how to move with grace, be resilient, and take no shit. I gotta shout out my day ones who believed in me before anybody else did—who stayed down when things got rough. And of course, my city—Atlanta. The culture, the struggle, the beauty, the basslines—it all made me who I am.

But one person I gotta dedicate this to is Clay from Grand Hustle. God rest his soul. Clay believed in artists in a way that was real, raw, and rare. He gave so many of us hope, direction, and tough love when we needed it most. His spirit still moves through the culture, and his impact lives on.

And truthfully, I even thank the ones who counted me out—because every “no” just pushed me closer to my purpose.

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